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Тимур Агаев

Weapons have no family

Early this morning the Dark Order Shuttle had already entered outer space,

And a voice passed through the corridors, very stern and confident:

"Dark Order soldier identified as wells, please report to Roarke's office"

Wells went sullenly and reluctantly to the senior officer's office. Through the ship's portholes, distant planets, stars, and deep space itself could be seen.

Popok was would in a chair and filled out some paperwork that was on his Desk the whole stacks,

After a couple of minutes of silence he looked at wells and said calmly,

"Tomorrow you will have to go to Mars to find a gang of Smugglers selling rare weapons. Smugglers disguise themselves as fruit merchants, so the task will not be easy.

Wells agreed. He knew that this would be a rather dangerous task, so he called the men into a squad.

After a couple of days, the team was ready, and trained with all the necessary skills.

In the morning of the next day, he gathered his new strength, put on a bulletproof vest, a mask, and a neon cannon that is always cheerful on his wall.

The Shuttle was already approaching Mars, where it landed,

They stepped out of the ship and lined up next to the Shuttle,

And they went to the city of Tansir, where the smugglers were.

They went into a bar, and there were a lot of people in the bar.


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