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>Just stand there and wait for them to make a mistake, then knock them out.
She subtly shifts the shotgun and I decide to not do that.
>Nah fuck this. Rocker and whoever this bitch is can go fuck themselves, it's kind of unfortunate with Luvi and so on but you've got other stuff to do. Climb back out.
I’m so close to Luvi though. Besides, I think I know how to get past this lady.
I give my best salute, dredging up memories from boot camp last year, and channel the ‘military’ impression I learned to give there. A mix of deference, respect, and slight fear usually kept the drill instructors from yelling at me too much.
"Mac, sir!” I yell, interrupting her. I just barrel through her glare. “I'm between jobs, sir! My age is 'too damn young', sir! I live up, sir, but like I'm down, sir! I'm a massive milksop, sir!" She’s a bit surprised, and I think I sense some pleasure? Maybe at being taken ‘seriously’. Better to not think about it too much and get past her as quick as I can.
"I'm on a simple errand, sir! I have no idea what this place is, sir! I just need to deliver a message from K to L, sir! My only escort through this place is leaving me behind, sir! On account of me being a wet blanket, sir!"
>”Huh. Well… good. You’re not lying, at least.” She looks a bit awkward but swings the shotgun further away from my chest, so I think this is going well.
"Rocker was supposed to take me to Luvi. I have a message for her, but Rocker doesn’t like me and left me behind. Sir."
>”I don’t know any luvies. But Rocker didn’t break your leg so you couldn’t follow him, so he likes you just fine.” [Annoyance at someone else.] “You’re just passing through then. In and out? No loitering?”
“Yes, sir.” I keep my back so straight I think I squeeze out an extra inch of height.
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