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( sudden feeling of dreadโฆ NEARLY JUMPING OUT OF HIS SKINโ )
FUCKโ!! HANK, WOW!!! h-heyyyyyyโฆ!!!! uhโ you didnโtโ you didnโtโ hear that, rightโ?
( SWEATING. )
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The deafening silence wouldโve been disrupted by the sounds of gunfire tearing through a wall. Blood splattering and coating the ground red as heavy footsteps made their ways through the halls.
+ they put its full attention onto Pico.
โWhat poor lowlife they hired you to take out? I assume Doc was too busy for them to get ahold of one of us to handle the job.โ
โNo matter how sharp this thing gets, I doubt itโs lasting for one more score. Thereโs still plenty of ways for me to utilise itโฆโ
It was almost half tempted to list off the many methods, but figured they would end up boring the ginger to sleep-
Sheathing the katana for now +
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( he'd shrug, fidgeting with his feet a little. )
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Hank would glance back to their blade, continuing to sharpen it again. While it didnโt appear that it was looking at Pico a gaze could be felt staring a hole into him.
โSharpening. AAHW base did a number on the damn thing and Iโm not looking to hunt for a new one.โ
Setting the+
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Sorry. Just wanted to make sure.
( then, a pause, clearing his throat and tilting his head like a curious dog.)
What 'cha doing?
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A few more strokes against the blade and the mercenary would pause, slowly looking ahead of itself.
โโฆno need to stray so far. I know youโre there.โ
+ themself towards the clown it unsheathed a katana, making a vicious swipe aiming straight for goreโs stomach.
If the clown can go just a few more seconds without noticing itโฆ
The crack echoed in Hankโs head, sending a chill down its spine.
Bones being unable to hold up against his strikes, an experience of pure euphoria to the mercenary.
This feeling would quickly be overrun with a feeling of utter overstimulation. The clownโs improbability drive +
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gore really walked
into the perfect
play for hank , huh .แฃ
from being de-masked
by the dead corpse now
behind it ; to the fact
it turned ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐บ from
the corner hank hid behind .
th'clowns walking
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+ severing the clown from the waking world.
He could practically feel how much more force it needed to have finished the job in one fowl swing.
โฆnext time.
As the clown continued to struggle to remove its mask wedged deep within its head, Hank shot up to his feet.
Launching +
+ Hankโs self preservation is not as high as the others-
Canโt have the smoker bleeding out on him.
โThe fuck were you even doing out here with no backup? Death wish?โ
Huffing Hank pulled out the bandages, lifting the otherโs shirt to place them directly onto the wounds.
โI canโt take the bullets out. Youโre gonna have to hold out till I can get you to Doc.โ
Itโs not that he couldnโt, theyโve done it many times before! Only difference is +
You know.. he meant alive though-
[ he coughed again, and pointed at the pocket on the left side of his jacket. ]
Bandages here..
You better not let me die, asshole..
[ he pointed at Hank, shaking his head ]
Doc would be pissed, heheh..