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I wasn’t asleep. I saw you do it.

You stole from me.
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You’re wearing half of the gear you stole. I can see it on you. Yeah, that’s right. Don’t mention it at all.

Take off, why don’t you?
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Why don’t you stay?





- I wake up. Just a bad dream. It’s early.
She’s gone?
I look for her but she isn’t around. No gear, no girl, no corpse. She vanished in the night.
Can’t look for her all day. There’s a bank next to where I parked. Might as well have a look.

A note inside the vault. “I did it. Sorry. Bye.” Couldn’t be from her, right?
No sign of her on the computer logs. How did she lock the doors again?
Three busted limbs, a head full of painkillers and my truck full of loot just up for grabs.
I’ll have to recheck inventory. She got away, for now. She’s probably dead.
