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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 19, 2012 14:55:50 GMT -5
"This is just a sample, I could make loads more. I tried it myself just an hour ago or something like that. "
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 19, 2012 15:00:57 GMT -5
"Wellllllllll, suppose it couldn't hurt. Thank you Martin."
He prepared the needle,
"Maybe I'll organize an impromptu rugby match, or would that be too unfair?"
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 19, 2012 15:03:04 GMT -5
"Haha, I guess it would, with this in you I even imagine you could take on them all in wrestling. Well maybe not all of them but five easy."
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 19, 2012 15:10:15 GMT -5
He lowers the needle,
"Well the men could use a morale booster. Thanks again Scott, now if you'd please leave my tent, I've got some wrestling to do."
Captain West leaves, syringe hidden.
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 19, 2012 15:13:30 GMT -5
After quickly checking that the room is empty Martin takes the map, folds it and puts it inside his scrubs. He then leaves the tent and moves towards his own in order to dismantle his chemistry set.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 19, 2012 15:19:28 GMT -5
"Gather round men! I got a proposition for you!" West yells, quickly injecting the Poison, tossing away the needle.
"20 Caps says you two can't take down your CO." He says, pointing to two guards.
He feels something strange, but believes the Stimpack is just taking effect.
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 19, 2012 15:21:36 GMT -5
Scott starts dismantling his chemistry set. He is getting a bit stressed and is sweating.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 19, 2012 15:24:46 GMT -5
Scott finishes in record time.
The Captain puts up a good fight for a while, working on a placebo effect.
But then he starts to lose. Badly.
He remains conscious, but heart heartbeat triples.
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 19, 2012 15:29:16 GMT -5
Scott hides the map at the bottom of his chemistry set.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 19, 2012 15:36:34 GMT -5
The captain loses the match to the two men, but he could care less.
"My head......GODDAMNIT IT FUCKIING HURTS." He yells, rolling in pain.
The men know something is wrong.
"MEDIC, WE NEED A MEDIC OVER HERE!" Martin hears, yelled by several men.
Captain West passes out, eyes still open, and twitching violently.
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 19, 2012 15:40:19 GMT -5
Martin runs out of his tent and over to the collapsed Captain. "What the fuck did you do to him?" he yells at the guards around him as he buttons up the captains shirt.
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 19, 2012 16:22:43 GMT -5
"What? Nothing! He just wanted to wrestle and flipped the fuck out!" One said, freaking out.
"What's happening?!" Ferguson yells as he arrives.
Captain West begins foaming at the mouth and lapses into a violent fit.
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 20, 2012 6:02:22 GMT -5
"Seems like an overdose, most likely Jet." Martin said, "I used to see this all the time back in Washington. Keep him still, I'll go get my doctors bag."
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Post by Vault Boy on Jun 20, 2012 13:35:23 GMT -5
Captain West becomes more erratic and breaths in and out rapidly. The foam turns red as he bites off his own tongue.
He goes ridged for a moment, and then relaxes, making what seems to be sigh of relief.
Captain West is dead.
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Post by Martin Scott on Jun 20, 2012 13:42:28 GMT -5
Martin returns with his doctor's bag in hand. "Shit!" He crouches next to him checks his pulse with two fingers. He looks up at the soldiers and shakes his head.
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