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[i]-Kill or bluff. Well, since he had decapitated the person who had last owned this suit, there was already a large stain of blood that had spread down the front. Might as well roll with it. His eyes grew dim, staring off into the distance. He subtly bit into his tongue, slowly sagged to his hands and knees facing the floor, and clutched at his chest with his free right hand. The left held the rifle. He had put the suit on over his normal clothing, a bit awkward, but it was necessary. A thin streamer of blood stretched from his lips to the floor, and basing his performance off of what he'd seen many still-living but wounded men do, he made sure each breath was a pained wheeze from the back of his throat, accentuated with cringing, full body groans of pain. Then, without so much as a ghost of a trace of any accent, he replied.-[/i]

[b]"Urrrrggggh... Private Rip Hanlon. There was a *wheeeeze* strange woman, while we were looking at her he killed them... Quick, they're taking weapons from the holding room!"[/b]

[i]-He lowered his forehead to the floor, body quaking. Past his wheezing, they most likely wouldn't hear the sound of his suit zipper being pulled open.-[/i]