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Charlie Strange

Examination Post 2

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Pockets stuffed with all manner of electronics and stun darts liberated from his fallen foes, Charlie bowed respectfully to the fallen and walked off looking for a... a card, that’s right! Before he left he had to find some tarot card. Clambering over debris, Charlie looked surprisingly relaxed. Sliding down the side of a destroyed store of some sort Charlie went into a building that looked more or less stable and began climbing the stairs. 

By the time he made it to the fifth floor he was a bit concerned, he thought he heard fighting, but it was kinda muffled. More importantly he couldn’t find any more drones Are they just not in this building? Are they not searching? Wait... are they supposed to search? Or are they randomly roaming about?
As he reached the roof Charlie scratched his neck and looked about. Unsure where to go, he walked to the edge and looked around before making a running jump to the next building... and fell short. As he was about to come crashing down, Charlie displaced himself using his belt and with a cracking noise tumbled to the the opposite roof, gasping for breath and feeling as if he was about to cough up a lung, an adhesive grenade tumbling out of his pockets.

As it rolled down the slight slope of the roof Charlie stumbled after it before it... bounced off of something. Pausing, Charlie saw a small light flickering on it and ran back as the orange goop splatted out... revealing a dog like machine 

“Op... optical camouflage!?” he couldn’t help exclaiming as he tried to get his breath back. Scrambling for his ray gun, the metal hound realized that Charlie could see it and tried to pounce him, but the orange adhesive staggered it enough, giving him enough time to get out of the way before firing a few stray shots, operating more on prayer than him actually aiming.

Slipping, Charlie tumbled into the canine drone. Instinctively throwing his head to the right, Charlie narrowly avoided having his head becoming a chew toy and pressed his ray gun to the drone’s neck joint Sorry... Oh God this is worse than Yeller almost crying, Charlie turned his head away and fired.

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Looking at the ‘dead’ drone, Charlie felt a bit... remorseful and so he picked up and began carrying the dog-bot on his back. Taking it with him, Charlie hopped that it wasn’t completely destroyed. If he could fix it, it would be for the best... nothing should be left to go to waste, the word ‘trash’ didn’t exist to him and... well he’s a dog person. I may not be able to fix you, my Manifestation refuses to do that, but I'll make you better instead! You'll be one of a kind! The peak of all dog drones!
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