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[Llama]

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Location: Unknown system... .. .. .. Corsica Outer Sanctum...

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Data file: Security camera from the bar 6.

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{A group of men are playing cards at a table while a stranger lingers in the shadows- The men appear to think they are alone}

Man 1: 100 credits... {the man tosses in credits}


Man 2 & 3: ... Call. {Both men toss in credits}


Man 4: I raise {he smiles then looks at his cards} 300 Credits...


{Man 2 & 3 lower there cards, then throw there cards in the center} We fold...


Man 1: {Stares at his cards then looks at man 4 smiling} I call... What ya got?


Man 4: {lowers his cards with the second highest possible hand} ... Beet that lad...


Man 1: {looks at his cards, Still smiling- He acts a beer spill, Dropping all cards... he quickly grabs cards from his pocket- It's the best hand. He rises from the table, seconds later and places down the cards} Okay... I beet it... {He smiles while the 3 men are jaw dropped}.


Man 4: {Looks at Man 1 and is greatly suspecting cheating- However, plays on} Well done... Ya got lucky...


{The Man in the back shadows drops his glass- It smashes, grabbing all the men by surprise}


Stranger: {in a muffled voice} You {a hand- scarred and bruised cuts through the shadow into the light and points at Man 1} have appeared to have dropped your cards...


Man 1: {suspecting the stranger knows, Snaps at him} Heh, take that finger an start cleaning that mess you made... {turns to his fellow players, nodding his head and breathing out his cigar}.


Stranger: {Drops a sheet of paper- It glides through the sky, Landing on the men's table} You know what that is...


{All men grab the sheet, coming to realisation that it is a wanted bounty poster for each man. The bartender quickly notices the stranger- and runs, leaving the register open}


Stranger: {Sees the bartender run and smiles} Smart man.


{All men rise and turn to the stranger, revealing the guns the poses}


Man 1: Alright lad... Seems like you now have a problem, That sets of the chain of events... tell him {he looks at man 3}


Man 3: Well. ya see *giggles* ya got a problem with us? ya got a problem with these {points to their guns}, when there's a problem with these- There's a problem with people like you! and wh.... {the stranger inturups}


Stranger: And when there's a problem with people like me... Bartenders leave the bar- registers open... And people like you .... { A pressure released valve goes off- Then hissing follows } ... Tend to make my living... {A gas canister flies to the floor in-front of the men's feet.}


{the men appear frightful- Except man 1}


Man 1: Calm down, it's just smoke... Alright fool... where are you... Come t.... {Immediately cut off from his words as a blade noise appears behind him ... He turns to see all other men have been sliced down}


Man 1: ... {shocked an terrified to see his friends beheaded} Who are you? ... {the man screams out} WHERE ARE YOU!


Stranger: {a muffled voice from the corner} That's three... one left...


Man1: {tries to reason with the stranger, offering more money than the bounty} here! Take this! just leave me be! {Turns to his friends} oh please!


Stranger: {a muffled voice from above} Very well... Triple it... {man 1 throws more than triple the bounty on the table} heh heh heh... {the stranger am-urges from the smoke, Man 1 is petrified of what he sees}


Man 1: You! ... {he begins to cry while saying} Take it... please... just take it and leave me be {while he pleads for mercy, the Stranger walks to his side claiming all the money on the table}


{The stranger stops just after the table, Man 1 looks at his back}


Stranger: one more thing... {Throws a card down} .... Add it to the deck...


{Man 1 grabs the card, without looking at it, still staring at the stranger walking away. As the stranger leaves the bar, he grabs the registers cash. Just outside the door the stranger sees the barman}


Stranger: Thanks for the tip... You're going to need a shovel. {the stranger keeps walking off and around the corner}


{The barman runs into the bar- Horrified at what he sees- then turning to Man 1}


Man 1: {whimpering on his knees while faintly saying} to the deck... to the deck... add it... add it...

{ he looks at the card then immediately goes into another cry. Looking up praying}

Bartender: Gas Mask... {whispers and places his hand on Man 1} Your a lucky man... might not seem it... but you are.



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