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Joined: 04 Mar 2009
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Evan looked down at the sights of the heavely modifyed Borchardt C-93. Beyond the sight was nuthing more than clouds in the partaly couldy sky. The Doberman took a deep breath before saying out loud in a commanding tone, "Pull!" Quickly a small distance away a chipmonk pulls a string sending a small clay disk into the air. and just as quickly Evan Aimed and fired at the clay disk shattering it into dust and bits.
Evan looked at the small dust cloud as the large chunks fell faster than the cloud. He lowered the gun and took the clip out and unchambered the round. "It's ready, i just hope that Titania is compadabel with Miss Scorpia." Evan said as he took off the small butt stock and placed the gun and parts into a small decorative box and locked it. |
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