Behind The Shield

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You stand up and brush your clothes off. The Columbians growl with dissaproval. You hold your hands out as if to sheild you, "Hey, guys. You know you don't want to kill me. I could help you..." The Columbians keep their guns cocked, but they seem interested.

You have 3 choices:

You say, "I know where the seargant lives."
You say, "I know where you can bag some coke..."
You say, "I can see if the prosecutors at your trials will reduce your sentences."

Room 18261 created by Xantara on Sep 8, 2004

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