Message #29337

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Stealthily, Edward creeps forward. Keeping out of sight, and attempting to remain as silent as possible. He finally appears behind the unfortunate twat, oblivious

to his predicament. Having fallen far behind his patrol cluster, Edward places the man in a head lock, stifling his screams for assistance.

Placing his Fang to the mans neck, he whispers,

"Shut the **** up," He tightens his grip, the man whimpers pathetically, "This is your one chance for salvation. You have two options:

1) You shut the **** up, and come with me, we want to have a word with you...
2) You try to escape, I stab your **** throat and leave you for the infected...

"Your choice..."

The man appears to understand, he quickly wizens up, and relaxed.

Edward returns the man to Vlad,

"He's all yours....heh."