["I can't help you there," the sailor sulks, looking miserable. "He was in a hurry and not interested in being followed. That's all I know."
Rocket rifles through the snow alone, following the sudden scent of faulty wiring until he finds the gun half-buried in snow. For fuck's sakes, he even ditched the thing he wasted time stealing. What is wrong with this guy?
He returns to the group, holding the gun in both hands, as gingerly as one can hold an unstable device.] Looks like we got Nurray's prize, anyway. Bastard ditched this on his way out. Guess if it wasn't working, it wasn't worth havin'
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Rocket rifles through the snow alone, following the sudden scent of faulty wiring until he finds the gun half-buried in snow. For fuck's sakes, he even ditched the thing he wasted time stealing. What is wrong with this guy?
He returns to the group, holding the gun in both hands, as gingerly as one can hold an unstable device.] Looks like we got Nurray's prize, anyway. Bastard ditched this on his way out. Guess if it wasn't working, it wasn't worth havin'