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-Staggering out of new reno and into the waste Chriz randomly ran across a merchant and his guards, the guards wielding a couple of Combat shotguns looked at him and spat to the side-
Guard 1: Eh, put yer knife away kid.
-Chriz gave a blank stare from blackened eyes from lack of sleep and came a little closer to the merchant, knife still in hand-
Merchant: Crazy sonuvabytch, shoot 'em.
Guard 2: Ok reject, yer ah dead man.
-Hoisting up his gun the second guard aimed at Chriz, but it was too late...with a growl he ran at the armored guard and thrusted the knife deep within his throat, a spray of blood spat forth covering Chriz's face, He span around quickly decking the other guard hard in the face and sending him down from the count. Chriz dropped down to his knees thrusting the knife deep into his gut, slicing upward to his chest, And in one quick bloody second, 2 Guards down-
Merchant(Nervously): Alright now son just..calm do-
-Chriz grabbed the gun from one of the recently slain guards and aimed it at the Merchant pulling off round after round til his face was lookin' like ground chuck. He then moved over to the dead merchants body digging around in his packs, taking what he could find. A few stims, some jet.. And a little bit of cash. Ah hell, better then nothin. He looked at his work for a second and set off to the south.-
Guard 1: Eh, put yer knife away kid.
-Chriz gave a blank stare from blackened eyes from lack of sleep and came a little closer to the merchant, knife still in hand-
Merchant: Crazy sonuvabytch, shoot 'em.
Guard 2: Ok reject, yer ah dead man.
-Hoisting up his gun the second guard aimed at Chriz, but it was too late...with a growl he ran at the armored guard and thrusted the knife deep within his throat, a spray of blood spat forth covering Chriz's face, He span around quickly decking the other guard hard in the face and sending him down from the count. Chriz dropped down to his knees thrusting the knife deep into his gut, slicing upward to his chest, And in one quick bloody second, 2 Guards down-
Merchant(Nervously): Alright now son just..calm do-
-Chriz grabbed the gun from one of the recently slain guards and aimed it at the Merchant pulling off round after round til his face was lookin' like ground chuck. He then moved over to the dead merchants body digging around in his packs, taking what he could find. A few stims, some jet.. And a little bit of cash. Ah hell, better then nothin. He looked at his work for a second and set off to the south.-
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