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- Posted: Sun, 30 Sep 2012 09:04:48 +0000
PRS-158 designation John Kregs
John had to admit, for a little s**t, two bit pirate, this guy sure did know how to make someone feel welcome. Hi, disobey and I blow a hole in your chest, now come with me and be our prisoner.
You have another thing coming pal. John thought to himself as the computer side of his new brain kicked into overdrive. A small warring sign appeared in the top left corner of his vision, Small explosive detected- activating electronic counter measures, device disarmed. Well wasn't that nice of the PR doc's to install. He looked at the man as he walked forward. Combat mode activated- target acquired 3 meters and closing. What he don't know, can't hurt me. John thought as he walked toward the unsuspecting pirate. 2 meters and closing. The adrenalin was rushing to Johns head. 1 meter. Go time. He grabbed the man's arm and twisted it behind his back. John then pressed his chest against the man's back. "I calculate that is a raw deal, as you organics put it. How about you take me to your captain, or blow us both up."