'Serge come in. Fuck. The radios don't work here in this hep of shit.' He hears the creeks you make as you try to hide. He glances around. 'Whos there, i swear if its you Johnny I'll shoot you.' He runs around the corner, making direct eye contact with you he points his gun towards you, and then points at the Ground. 'Who the hell are you.'
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