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[Johnfalcon99977]

You sit down, and Galen takes out a pair of dirty Forceps. He leans over to you, and asks you to take off your hoodie and shirt. You do so, your face bandages remain stationary though. Barely anyone sees you without them, and the people that do rarely ever see you without them. Before he begins the proccess of taking out the bullets, you ask if you could at least have some body armour in a snarkish tone.
"You know were low on money. Assassinations haven't been coming up often, and the ones that do are quickly taken by other assassins..."

[Taricus]

"Any jobs here?"

[Johnfalcon99977]

"No. We are pretty much set up here. Nothing needs to do done."
He takes the Forceps and, while holding them over you, says,
"This may hurt a bit..."

[Taricus]

"Where's our next stop?"

[Johnfalcon99977]

"Milan, Italy. It may take us a day or two to get there, and we still have a week here. Now, rest."
You close your eyes, waiting for the extreme pain that comes next.
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It has been a week. You are most healed, though you do have some bandages on your chest and tail. You get out of your bedroll to find that Galen is still sleeping, and it is very dark outside. What do you do?

[Taricus]

Wake Galen up, Tell him it's time to move.

[TolyK]

>Recap 

[Johnfalcon99977]

>Recap 

(( Its far too early in the story for THAT ))

You walk over to Galen, shake him a bit, and mutter that its time to go. He gets up reluctantly, and you both start to gather your things. While packing you notice the picture, put down your head, and put it inside your back pack. After your all packed, Galen throws you a sniper rifle to put in your backpack.
"I took it before I left a week ago. Thought I needed to give you an incentive to leave that run down apartment..." he says with a smile.

[Johnfalcon99977]

(Blarg. Do something!)