She's The Ravani. [ He says like the sky is blue, the grass is green. ] A war hero. Look her up on the network. And trust me, you'd rather I come get you than she do it herself.
Oh good. A war hero Callsign. I still see zero reason for me to snap to attention. She's not my captain, and I don't work for Sanctum military. If she's coming to arrest me, I doubt she'd bother with a friendly little text to pop on by. So either someone explains what is happening, or she can come get me, and I can shoot her in self-defense.
Okay. You're still on a lot of medication for the new leg, so Imma use real small words. Keep this simple.
Last time you took a shot at one of the Ghost Wolves? You lost your leg. And that was Wrath play'n nice. Hob? Hob don't play nice. Nice ain't a word she knows and it ain't somth'n she uses on anyone. She calls you in she's got a reason and trust me if she pops by? It ain't gonna be with a smile and a note. It's gonna be with the full fuck'n SWAT team bust'n down your front door in full on riot gear, gass'n your liv'n room to drag you out by your hair. So unless you wanna experience the full wrath of the meanest sunsabitches on the militia payroll and be a practice run for 'em, you want me pick'n you up. You might even get to sit down instead of stand at attention cuz she kinda likes me. Sometimes.
I think that all sounds like a gross violation of whatever rights Bifrons pretends to give us. If she's arresting me, she can come and get me; if not, she can stay out of my house and stop wasting everyone's time and resources for no reason.
...I'll get the door when you get here. [He doesn't sound happy about any of this, but he sounds less like he's going to put a hole in anyone that crosses the threshold.]
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Last time you took a shot at one of the Ghost Wolves? You lost your leg. And that was Wrath play'n nice. Hob? Hob don't play nice. Nice ain't a word she knows and it ain't somth'n she uses on anyone. She calls you in she's got a reason and trust me if she pops by? It ain't gonna be with a smile and a note. It's gonna be with the full fuck'n SWAT team bust'n down your front door in full on riot gear, gass'n your liv'n room to drag you out by your hair. So unless you wanna experience the full wrath of the meanest sunsabitches on the militia payroll and be a practice run for 'em, you want me pick'n you up. You might even get to sit down instead of stand at attention cuz she kinda likes me. Sometimes.
So what's it gonna be?
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