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[COLOR=red][indent][sub][I]Bum-Fuck Nowhere, Kansas?[/I] - [I]One Month Ago[/I][/sub][sup][right]Issue 1.01.03: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1tj2zJ2Wvg]Welcome to the Jungle[/url][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [I]None[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [I][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4902324]1.01.02: Live and Let Die[/url][/I][/right][/SUP][/indent][/color]

[color=red]”Right… let me get this straight, [i]Grace[/i]… so you’re like an actual Amazon. With superhuman strength and shit. Born in a society of warrior women. With the Greek gods. And you came to rural America…”[/color] 

Roy raised an eyebrow in amusement as he sipped on his bottled water among the wreckage of the gas station store. His savior leaned against the counter, just finishing off her beer. She wiped her mouth with her bare wrist. [color=orange]”You were a rich brat who went around with some stranger shooting bad guys with a bow and arrow wearing some kind of BDSM Ren Faire outfit, but my story raises red flags. Look, I got taken from my home a long time ago, and I’m not exactly allowed to go back apparently. So here I am, saving little punks like you.”[/color]

[color=red]”Hey, I was building military grade weapons before I got my first erection, asshat. I had the situation perfectly under control before you showed up.”[/color] Roy finished his water and tossed it aside, before bending down to pick up a popped bag of chips to begin scouring through what was left in it.

Grace rolled her eyes. [color=orange]”What brings you to the American heartland killing Watchdogs?”[/color]

Roy held up a finger as a polite way to ask her to wait as he tilted his head back and poured the chip crumbs into his open mouth. He quickly chewed through the crumbs and swallowed before speaking, seeming to have no shame in eating what could only be described as ground chips from explosive debris. [color=red]”I had a close friend that I worked with. She tried to visit some family in New Jersey, and the Watchdogs apparently hunted her down and killed her. Wheeler was responsible. Happened while I was in a coma for a few months.”[/color] Roy reached into his back pocket and pulled out a non-descript smart phone, and began tapping away on it. In mere seconds, the screen lit up and projected a holographic display, showing off files on Wheeler and the Watchdogs. [color=red]”Spent about two weeks going through all the files I could on these guys before I signed my discharge papers. They were willing to drop me off anywhere, so they dropped me off at the Church. I snuck in the back, subdued the priest, put on the disguise, and stole a few weapons they had in the back.”[/color]

[color=orange]”Did your plan also involve you getting blown up by their little team of avengers?”[/color]

Roy gave a small smile. [color=red]”Well, the Watchdogs had two documented leaders and a group of lieutenants who just so happened to all be meeting in the area. Planned things out so I could take down their organizational structure in a single day. Piece of cake.”[/color]

Grace simply nodded her head slowly, looking out over all the corpses. [color=orange]”You know, we should probably call someone about the bodies. Once we’re long gone.”[/color]

A small smirk formed on the edge of Roy’s lips. [color=red]”I never said anything about a ‘we.’”[/color]

[color=orange]”You’re right. You didn’t. But given your skill set, I could sure as hell use you as backup.”[/color]

Roy shook his head. [color=red]”This was it, Grace. This was my last job. I’m not going to keep doing this whole ‘avenger’ thing. I’m honestly just planning to just buy a farm or something and just live a nice and quiet life. I’m done.”[/color]

Grace gave a small smirk of her own, which quite frankly seemed more like an intimidating grimace than an attempt at being somewhat playful. [color=orange]”You owe me a favor for saving your life. The least you can do is help me on this one quest.”[/color]

Roy opened his mouth to speak, before snapping it shut and just pointing an accusatory finger. He gave a small laugh to himself. [color=red]”Ok, if that’s the way you want to play it, fine. I’ll help you. But we do this on my terms, Choi.”[/color]

She simply shrugged as she turned her back to him to begin making her way back to her bike. [color=orange]”Whatever you say, Speedy.”[/color]

Roy sighed, defeated. [color=red]”Damn it… I really need a new alias.”[/color]