We?
Connor looked around for others, making sure they weren't being surrounded by a hostile pack.
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The blue man whimpers slightly, then turns tail and runs away. An older, clean-shaven black man, sporting the kind of paunch that denotes him as a 'senior' guard, approaches to investigate all the dogs hanging around this currently under construction area. As he does, the now outnumbered greyhound mutters under his breath, "See ya' around," in a menacing way, turns tail, and runs off.
"Hey, you can't bring all those dogs in the station," he says, bringing the obvious to the attention of the ignorant. "Whatcha' doin' 'round here wit' all them dogs, anyway? And why'd your friend take off so quick?"
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Fu turns and looks at the man. "We were trying to help him find some fliers he lost. I have no idea why he just ran off though."
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Rust plays ignorant. "I haven't a clue what your speaking of." He says rather sheepish. It's time to go.
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"What? Fliers? And you don't know what?..." He sighs heavily as he stares at you dully. "You all get the hell out of here before I call Homeland Security and tell 'em I got a bunch of crazies casing the place for Al-Queda. Go on!"
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Rust glances at the other and shrugs. "Sorry, we just wanted to see the new constructiion come on guys, beers on me." He heads up and out for the exit, hoping the others were right behind him.
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Fu crutches his fists. He's a fucking american if another god damned sheep insults him like that they will regret it. He completely ignores the man and leaves.
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