Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Oct 1, 2008 17:47:36 GMT -5
"A steak knife? Whole worlds gone to hell in a hand basket and you're wielding a steak knife?"
The balding Russian tosses Marcus a gun and a spare magazine.
"Way my lives been lately I probably won't need that one. It's named Grace, and every bullet is Will."
The Russian typed a few numbers in to his modified DNA Scanner.
"Did you know Necrotech was working on a teleport machine? Man the shit you learn as a Doctor in this place! Welp, I'll be seeing ya!"
And with one last push of a button, and a now quite annoying whop, he was gone.
The balding Russian tosses Marcus a gun and a spare magazine.
"Way my lives been lately I probably won't need that one. It's named Grace, and every bullet is Will."
The Russian typed a few numbers in to his modified DNA Scanner.
"Did you know Necrotech was working on a teleport machine? Man the shit you learn as a Doctor in this place! Welp, I'll be seeing ya!"
And with one last push of a button, and a now quite annoying whop, he was gone.