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"uhhh my stitches are probably just loose again." 73-6 hastily wipes whatever he was trying off his face and scrambles for another tack. "i was just wondering if, like-- that's uh, that's a cool gun."
"I was actually wondering something too."
Sara picks the gun up off the table.
"Tomorrow, when you go for Sosa. You're gonna be outnumbered."
"probably. uh."
"You have Keesh and Monica and Dartline and everyone in the control room," Sara says. "You have enough hands there. Hands that don't know how to shoot. But I do."
"sara--"
"I'm a vet," she says. "And a field medic. And maybe I'm not a super-assassin like all of you and maybe this isn't Blastlands, but I've fought before, for stuff I didn't really even care about. And this I care about. I'm tired of sitting on my hands and watching you risk your neck. You and Pen and Dubs and I guess 38-4 now too. I want to come along this time."
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