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The heat of Arak's twin suns beat down upon you, a bead of sweat trickles down your temple. Despite this your fingers are cold, gripping the gun handle tightly.
Your throat is dry, gulping fume filled air in a vein attempt to sooth it and the knot in your stomach.
A silence has descended. Have people fled? Is it in your head? Irrelevant, your adrenaline & boiling hate have narrowed your focus to be as sharp as the blade you now face.
<span class="mu-r"> T A R G E T I D E N T I F I E D</span> R0n1n's deep metalic voice breaks the silence.
<span class="mu-r"> M A V R I C K V O S S, P A Y N E
R E Q U I R E S Y O U R C A P T U R E.</span>
Lil Tommy Payne is the one after you eh? Surprising that he'd bother with a small fry like you.
<span class="mu-s">SSSSSSSUEW[/
R0n1n draws his nanoblade.
<span class="mu-r"> Y O U W I L L C O M P L Y</span>
Like fuck you'll comply. Still, you need a plan. Your Dragoon is photonic. Nothing can outpace light. Lasers fry electronics. A single clean shot might be enough.
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R0N1N is faster than you. Stronger than you. Can calculate an optimal strategy in a fraction of a second. You've seen it in action before, reading movements and pre-emptively deflecting blasts. Is it possible to obscure your hand and get a clean shot?
<span class="mu-r"> 1 </span>
Maybe he'll read my body and calculate. His AI is near military grade & tommy kept him from the great downgrade. God knows how. Maybe you could shoot something else, blow him off balance. The street is full of pipes and carts and boxes and debris...
<span class="mu-r"> 2 </span>
Think fast.
>Write in your strategy for the shootout. Include a witty remark for an additional +1 to the upcoming roll</span>
