I know. I can't believe it either. It still doesn't seem real. Back here, in Texas... There was no time to think, there was a guy with four Nomad guns and the Sentinel was in trouble. Next thing I know, I'm sitting on the other side of the jump gate back to New York. And after that... after that, it all seemed natural again...
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Location: Planet Manhattan, New York System
And, naturally, the day after I say that I come down with the flu. Typical luck...
Finally managed to get out of bed today and back in space. What's more, I actually got my first kill.
Yes. Really. Me. Andrea "Tissue Paper" Berkeley got a kill on a Falcata. Let me tell you, he'll think twice before attacking Fort Bush again.
Of course, one stray shot landed me in the back of some flatfoot's Patriot en route to Houston. Stupid rookies. After I threatened to have him publicly flogged, he agreed to let me go, and I headed back to Manhattan.
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