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| Throttle | Oct 10 2008, 09:50 PM |
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ready steady GO!
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His outfit was more practical than usual; where his residual self image usually went for Armani and Gucci, today he'd decided to go for full on urban warfare gear. Loose fitting combat pants, tight fitting bulletproof vest itching against the bare skin of his chest, and a nice, well worn-in pair of boots on his feet. Weapons, minimal. A knife in one boot, and that was it. If he got into any kind of trouble, there wasn't a gun in the world good enough to help him out. He knew the risks, as everyone did, and he had the training that at least prepared him for some eventualities. But he wasn't some crazy-powerful mind-melding matrix maestro. He was just a nineteen year old errand boy, it seemed, getting sent by his captain to meet anyone who sent a message. Sometimes he even got to meet those whom the captain had sent notes to, as he had done the other night in the cemetary. New boys got all the sucky jobs. This one, though, was apparently a little less straightforward than the meeting in the cemetary. The location was just as remote, which was the kind of meeting place Throttle liked, but the people were different. All he'd gotten about Cage was that he'd know the guy when he saw his; what he'd gotten about Lee Rodey was much more informative. Hence the practical clothing instead of the suit he more commonly wore. if this guy ended up getting them in trouble, then he wanted to make sure he could at least move freely to combat it. That was why he wore only the bulletproof vest, and not a top underneath it, too much restriction on movement. Stepping out onto the rooftop, his young eyes instantly picked out the figure he'd been sent to meet with. It was hard not to, since they were the only two people up there, and his eyesight was always perfect. "Lee Rodey?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "You sent a message." |
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