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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 11:40 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 10:04 pm
Tristan checked the nearest squad car. It had keys, as well as several weapons stocked. He grabbed a handgun and a holster. The sword at his waist served its function as a denotion of rank, but taking to the streets in this day and age with no gun would be a very silly thing to do. He sat himself in the car, started it up and headed for 26th street.
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