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Jackson sighed ad reloaded his rifle.
Jackson: I fucking hate this shit...guys follow me...and if you have any more shit to say..
Jackson cocked his rifle.
You can stay behind.
He left the motel building, but stopped..he watched Grimm.
Jackson: You know what..we'll stay here..maybe he needs to cool off..
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Last edited by Hells Sniper; 01-05-2011 at 11:06 PM.
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