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Empty Threat?
(Scenes) A tense standoff between earth's resistance forces and the Master chief with Sgt. Johnson. Each holds each other at gunpoint, awaiting the other's next move:
Punk: (accusingly) So where were YOU when them ugly ass aliens started hammerin' us? Why should I beleive you'll help us more than the REST of *spit* UNSC did, and not just take off when the goin' get's rough?
John-117: Because I'm all you've got. If I fail, Earth falls. I have to win this fight.
Punk: So what good is that if I'm dead?
Sgt. Johnson: You don't know this man like I do. I've seen what he can do. He's never lost a mission, and never let a teammate down... ..Besides..
Sgt. Johnson continues: that pistol he's got to your head is linked to a neural reflex network integrated into the man's brain. He can see your finger start to move before your puny brain even realizes you've started to move it. Your brains will splash onto that pretty wall behind you before you could ever get that trigger moved. Isn't that right Master Chief?
John-117: Close enough..
Punk sweats for a minute and then swings his gun down: Alright screw it, man, I got nothing to lose anyways.. how can we help you?
John-117: Well, first off, we need some of your ammo, I'm completely dry.
John-117 ejects the empty pistol clip onto the ground.
Punk: That thing wasn't even loaded!
Sgt. Johnson: You thought he was going to waste a bullet on you?!
Punk: but..
John-117 instantly smashes his fist up to his forearm into a nearby wall.
Punk: oh. uhh.. gotcha.
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(deadguy71 on 03-13-07 02:42 UTC, permalink)
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