User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-5837525-20150826183811

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Orbit: Those weapons would have found their way into criminals' hooves regardless of our involvement... Dammit!

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Decibelle: Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. Cobbletrot and Mareoni hate each other's guts, don't they? What if we just... let them fight over the weapons and take them from whoever wins?

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Star-Lord: In other words, wait until one side slaughters the other.

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Decibelle: I-I didn't mean it like...!

(As she moves toward the car at the bottom of the hill, Masquerade hears an automated voice chirp in her ear.)

Computer: Remote missile launch activated.

Masquerade: Argh, just perfect!

(Mareoni points to three of his lackeys.)

Mareoni: You three! After her! The rest of you are with me!

(Two opposing mobs stare each other down.)

Cobbletrot: It must be fate that we would meet under these circumstances, my old friend.

Mareoni: Stuff it. You and I aren't "old friends".

Cobbletrot: Hm. All things considered, I suppose not.

Stiletto: The only "upgrade" I need is to a hotel suite. I'm tired of this musty hideaway. Is it time to move yet?