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[h1] [color=aba000]Martin Kirkman[/color] [/h1]
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Several hours and several cartons of Chinese takeaway later Martin was feeling much better acquainted with the lay of the land. [color=aba000]“Right, so these five follow Khan who’s the lynch pin of the fiends. Hmmm. If this Khan has been dodging NEST all this time then she’s probably above our pay grade. Her ell tees seem like the filth to shoot for. We can get to the other gangs as opportunities present themselves.”[/color] Martin looked particularly authoritative lounging on the couch like a particularly gangly dog, empty carton sitting on his chest.

Martin considered what lynn had said before. Seemed it was her intention to get stuck in with the main business at hand. Its not what he had planned but he couldn’t deny he needed all the firepower he could get. Problem was if the girl didn’t hold up under fire she’d get herself hurt or worse. 

She didn’t seem soft but he doubted she’d faced enemy guns the way a battlefield forces on a soldier. Was it right to show her? Perhaps he was just being a hypocrite. He’d lived it himself barely older than her. There was certainly more money in skills like these than whatever she was doing if you could stomach the life.

If she was serious he’d have to put her though the wringer. Training is the difference between life and death in the field. Well that and he didn’t want one of those pistols he’d given her shooting him in the ass if he could help it.

She’d said something about an associate too. He wasn’t sure whether to be pleased or concerned. Always back too needing help but what was he trying to do? Put together a team? Build a gang? He hadn’t planned for any of this, figuring he’d go it alone and damn the consequences. 

He got up to put his rifle back in its compartment. A few moments passed before he spoke again. “So how about you fill me in on the burning constitution you have goin on?” Martin looked at her wondering if he'd crossed some unspoken line.