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Sholt and Korr saw their employer jump into a van, so dashed towards it and jumped in the back.

There was already three people in the back of the van. One a Saurian and two of unknown origin. As they took their seats, an awkward cloud filled the air as nobody knew each other.

"Hey." Korr greeted awkwardly and gave a small wave.

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Kosovo looked at Korr and responded

"Hey." He said.

Kimber narrowed his eyes. "Who- who're you?" He asked, completely drunken.

"Hello." Solomon said, warmly.

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Amelia jogged around to the driver side of the Buick and climbed in. She started the car and waited for her boyfriend to get in.

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Korr looked at the slouching raccoon, who was clearly drunk, what with the strong smell of alcohol emanating from him. Plus, it was clear in his voice.

"I'm Korr Dithis; this is my brother, Sholt." Korr replied. Sholt merely looked at the trio and lifted a hand in a wave. "Sandor hired us to... what was it, find his shoes?" He explained.

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"Yep." Kosovo said to Korr. "But He Dragged me into this." He said, looking at Kimber.

"Kosovo Zendovsi, by the way." He said,offering his hand to Korr.

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Teresa looked at Sandor as she turned on the van and shifted the gear into reverse. He had an intense look of furious anxiety. She knew that Sandor was incredibly serious about getting back his footwear. She floored it, and placed the gear back in drive. Teresa drove out of the parking lot.

"Oh, so you don't want my money?" Sandor questioned, hearing Kosovo's comment.

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"So where are you lot from?" Korr asked the drunken man, as he didn't want to get involved in the discussion between Sandor and Kosovo. Their accents sounded off-world, so Korr was curious. 

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"Aw hell they ditched me!" Quickly he began to start running "I can get them at the next light if I'm fast!" His boots steadly smacked the ground as he chased after them.

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Sandor gasped, grasping Teresa's breasts in sudden realization that they had forgotten a key component of their party: the Raggedy Man!

"We forgot the cop!" he shouted. Teresa looked to him rapidly, and hit the brakes. She shifted the gear into reverse, and floored it, speeding back towards the running officer.

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Sven had caught up, as the minivan was going in reverse. " Thank god. " he thought as he continued running twords it, angling to go to the right of the car

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Teresa was screaming as the van rammed into Sven in reverse. Sandor laughed uncontrollably as the van stopped. He opened the door and stumbled out, falling onto the ground as he kept laughing. Sandor got back up.

"I think your country calls that 'collateral damage'!" yelled Sandor.

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"Venom." Kimber said. "And before you say anything, yes, we're legal citizens." He added.

This newcomer was a bit of an enigma to Kimber. He seemed like he was trying to uncover something.

"I already have money, Sandor." Kosovo said. "And if it's coming from you, I'm pretty sure it's counterfeit."

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"Venom...?" Sholt replied, with his first speech sounding less than pleased.

"We've got quite a bit of experience with Venomians." Korr replied, him as well sounding much less friendly than before, however not quite hostile. "You know anything about what was going on on MacBeth during the war? That's where we're from."

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"I do." Kimber said, smirking. "Myself and Kosovo were stationed there for a few months. Beautiful place, really, if you looked past the craters."

He had no time for the MacBeth resident's passive-aggressive comment. 

"However, I don't kill your countrymen anymore, except on special occasions." He added in an attempt to intimidate the two.

Kosovo, too, looked at Korr sideways. 

"What are you trying to imply?" He asked, annoyed as well. 

Solomon groaned, closing his eyes. He felt as though he were the only sane individual there.

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Iosif walked down the sunny street with his brown and black scales absorbing the sunshine. It was getting warm under his hoodie, so he took it off and wrapped it around his waist. He was wearing a graphic t-shirt that depicted Lt. Ovidiu Ungur, a famous and somewhat semi-legendary Vlach war hero of the Second Galactic War. Lt. Ungur was displayed with his back turned to the viewer, and him looking back with a certain fierceness in his eyes, holding a KF-07, a Vlach assault rifle that is an icon of the Vlach people. Ungur was also depicted wearing a standard Royal Vlach Army great coat and helmet, with his combat back strapped to his back.

Iosif also had a standard Ogniemite religious medallion hanging off his neck, obscuring part of Lt. Ungur's figure. It was less lavish than either the Ruthenian or Castorian medallions that Bohdan and Sandor wore, respectively. This one was an aluminium alloy painted with the Vlach national colors: blue, yellow, and red.

His jeans were in acceptable shape, with him having laundered and ironed them just a few hours ago. The shoes below his jeans were also in favorable condition, as it was his favorite pair: dark red and black.

Iosif walked down until he happened upon Bank of Corneria, his bank. He decided to check and see if the caller on the phone from earlier within the Thirsty Terrier followed through with their promises, and paid him in full for his services. He went to the ATM outside the bank's lobby to take a look at his account. Upon entering his PIN number, Iosif saw a good sight: multiple seemingly unrelated accounts from different sources, businesses, people, organizations, all paid him various amounts of credits. Some were as little as 20. Some as large as 8000. The total from all of these payments came to be 100,000 credits: the amount the caller said would be paid to him. Iosif nodded, and withdrew 4000 of that sum in cash for his immediate use. He terminated his time on the ATM, and left the bank. Iosif continued to walk down the street, admiring the splendorous and bustling city around him, from the vehicles rolling along, to the men and women in various Lylat-style clothing, to the occasional CDF officer with an assault rifle hanging off their neck via the polyester strap.

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Sholt almost jumped into a standing position in rage. He was visibly angry, but Korr instinctively stopped him by putting his arm in front of his brother's chest.

"We were fifteen years old during the war. We were a happy family of workers; never harmed anyone." Korr started, also visibly irked. "Then we saw your warships. Our home was seized. You know what the Venomians done to our family? They raped our mother. Then they killed her. They tortured our father for fun. Then they killed him. The only reason we survived was because we could hide in the shadows." He told, glaring at Kimber. "And you know the reason that they seized our home and done these things? So that they could use our house as a slave camp."

"Needless to say, that's when we learned how to kill." Sholt added as he patted his sheathed dagger.

"So, excuse us, if we're a bit wary of Venomians." Korr stated as he turned his gaze to Kosovo.

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Kimber laughed a loud, conceited laugh. 

"I was fifteen during the war. My dad had his head blown off by a dissident who followed your planets ways, so I joined the VPLA.  Don't think that you shock me with your tales of horror. I've seen horror, my friends, murder and rape aren't it. The horror is when you want to die... And can't. Something I know all too well. Remember the gas attacks of Fort Dunras?  I asphyxiated on my own saliva for three hours, wondering when my lungs would expand and explode. Thankfully,  this guy," He said, pointing to Kosovo, "Shot me full of the antidote. You act as if you didn't commit atrocities of your own. I remember the drive-by shooting of a general's unarmed family went over real well with your people. Also, don't try to make me feel sorry for you "learning to kill." I was killing men twenty years my senior at the time you were two scared little boys. Grow a spine."

"So." Kosovo said. "Excuse us if the feeling's mutual."

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"We committed atrocities? You were the invaders! I think a shot to the head or a drive by is a better way to go than torture and rape!" Sholt started to raise his voice. "As for us in particular, we only killed when we had to, to survive!" He continued.

"You know what, let's just stop this." Korr said, despite still sounding agitated. "There's no point getting into this if we're going to be working together for however long. "You got any idea where these shoes could be, anyway?" Korr asked Sandor. "And why do you need soldiers and mercenaries to help you find them?"

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Kimber thought to himself. Is this guy seriously trying to justify murder? Bah! Don't mind him. 

Kosovo, on the other hand, had to exercise all of his restraint in order not to revert to his barbaric VPLA practices and unholster his blaster and shoot Sholt through the head. How dare he discount the murder of his friend's father? The rat bastard!  He was sorry for the horrible events that had befallen the MacBethian duo but they should have known by the simple fact that they were living on Corneria that they were defectors. 

The problem with patriots is that they never admit to their wrongdoings. He thought.

"These shoes are apparently important to Sandor." Solomon said, eager to get on the good side of the new faces. "He wants assurance that they're returned to him, and if it takes mercenaries to get it, he will do so."

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"Oh, you people make my heart bleed!" mocked Teresa, slamming her hand on the car wheel, honking the horn to silence them. Sandor turned back to listen in on the commotion. "Do you really think that bragging about who was worse off when they were little makes you win an argument? No! It just brings up nightmares from the past you thought you buried! Hangal! I mean, really?! You wanna be proud of that tae? Really?! Oh, Diyos ko, I might as well shoot you two myself! What makes you think any of your struggles is greater than the other? What?!" Now, Teresa turned back to them in a fit of fury.

"You two don't understand suffering. Pain. Agony. You think you do, but you don't. You don't. You don't understand that suffering, that horror, is not a cool thing, regardless of its so-called 'severity'. Don't put it into a pissing contest. Now, both of you, shut up before I shoot you both in the face." Teresa sat back in her driver's seat, awaiting Sandor and the raggedy man.

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Kimber simply made two blaster shapes with his fingers and quickly pushed his thumbs forward and flicked his hands back, to imitate the recoil and directed them both to Teresa. 

"Seems like you're pissing the furthest, woman." He said, laughing and leaning back into his seat. "Now, let's find some shoes, yes?"

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"Oh, hard man," mocked Teresa. Meanwhile, Sandor ran up to the front passenger door.

"Don't worry, Teresa," said Sandor, panting from his laughter, "the Raggedy Man is alright." Sandor looked at Sven, who was getting up.

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Sven was on his back. His face having made not so sweet love to the rear of the vehicle. "HOLY F**K!" Slowly he got up to a knee, his whole body screaming at him. as he pushed himself up he heard  round discharge in the car. "No don't worry I'm fine. You only hit me doing about 35." Pushing himself the rest of the way up he limped, using the car for support to the door where Sandor stood.

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Kimber sunk back into his seat once more. He was skating on thin ice. Very thin ice, and, while he usually liked the sensation of being on someone's bad side, something about Teresa sat differently with Kimber.

She was insane, a lot like him. He one that if he made her angry one more time, a blaster bolt would probably be going through his head.

Kosovo, on the other hand, liked Teresa. She didn't put up with all of Kimber's escapades. Here he thought that he was the only one who didn't appreciate Kimber running his mouth and routinely getting in trouble with unsavory characters.

Solomon sat silently, almost like a child, afraid to cross Teresa. He wanted no conflict with anyone, even if they were the blaster-toting girlfriend of his roommate's acquaintance. 

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Sliding past Sandor he stood at the door. He winced as he spoke and grabbed his chest "Move on over kid."

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