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The two of them work their way into the medical room of the safe house. The last thing Eceil had remembered from the evening was being face down on bar table somewhere and wondering if it would ever be worth it to get up. But that wasn’t important now.
Eceil jerks himself away from Te’Oma, coughing quietly. He makes a feeble effort to stand on his own two feet, trying hard to break his hangover and think clearly.
“Wait a minute, you said someone tried to kill you? They tried to kill you because they know about what were doing?”
Eceil swears under his breath. He could of maybe ruled his own wound out as a bar fight or something, but both of them getting attacked in the same night?
“This is great… Just great…Smart thinking on your part, by the way, blast you’re a real rocket scientist aren’t ya? If you say were being hunted by assassins, and I got my own little souvenir from last night, then why in your right mind would you brig us back here? What if they bring twenty more killers down on this building, you think our little Republic goons will be able to save us then? This is the last place we need to be!”
[ 04-18-2005, 01:21 AM: Message edited by: jolleyjester ]
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