Aftermath

[Squad]

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"Ain't nothin', jus' gotta ask a man 'bout a hol' up."

His hand slipped into his coat pocket, the light from the screen dancing across his teeth. The petite woman entering through the hangar bay didn't look the part, but the attitude smelled the same. He ground the toothpick with his rear teeth until it snapped and spit the halves on the floor.

Keepin' an eye on that one ain't gon' be too hard unless she finn'a wear a dress. Broad gon' get lost in a grocery bag.

Backing out from the group to post up against the wall, Sykes turned his head the Hemlocke.

"I'mma jus' be a house plaint til' you need'a roll up."

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