| Subject: Like I don't have enough woolongs on my head.. |
Author:
Drake McClellan
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Date Posted: 13:01:44 04/09/02 Tue
In reply to:
Shinto Keshan
's message, "Moveing on to get fixed up" on 23:25:27 04/08/02 Mon
Drake nodded subconsciously, nodding his head again in the direction of the cantina to indicate for them to follow. He stopped by the first guard, disliking the idea of giving up his weapons. First he gave the guard his Colt .45 Viper, then his sopre grenades he had on him, and his boot knife. The others doing the like, as the guard deposited them in a safe and locked it. Drake walked inside first, turning his head from right to left see the few tables filled partially and the bar having five people sitting on stools, drinking some sort of alcohol.
"Some pretty rough looking guys..." He commented aloud, shrugging to himself on who to choose to get some information on Lo. he picked a korean looking guy and walked over, taking a seat.
Wuth and Shayla walked in at that moment, observing just as Drake had done, taking a table that wasn't filled. Drake had finished with the Korean guy, his information having been extremely helpful. It seemed that Lo was hiding in a place called Heckler's Dream Gunshop, where heavy weaponry and sniper equipment was found. Going to the bar Drake took and empty stool calling to the bartender to get him a jack daniels, and not to make it one of those whimp glasses. It took him a while, it must have been in short stock, Drake guessed. He slowly drank his hard whiskey waiting for Shinto to return and planning how he'd rip apart the man that killed his family.
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