A Tool's Rebellion

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Assassins and Killers have become the main tool on combat and war. Instead of fighting themselves, hired killers do it. But what happens when one decides to not be a "tool" anymore?

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Setting: Shade City2011-01-15 06:35:22, as written by RydeDawg
Dan Taylor was still making his rounds making sure that the assassins that didn't check out to go hunting for Jax were all present and accounted for. During which he walked towards Red's room and sighed some having to check on the girl. Out of all the other assassins he respected her more for her brains and the fact she never made a messy kill, unlike Dan and the others. The only reason he didn't like checking in on her was the fact she had those computers in her room and being a man trapped in the mindset of the 60s thru the 80s he didn't quite get computers and he was getting sick of the fake profiles that some of the younger assassins made of him on that MyFace or Facespace or whatever the hell it was called.

After that moment of hesitation he heard another voice in her room and that of a male and he raised a brow and opened the door after listening to the conversation. Dan entered like the large man he was looking at the two but first turned his gaze to Clown "Firecrotch, Is it me or have you gotten shorter? I thought you went back to England." the old scarred Vet said knowing damn well that Clown was irish but what can you expect from the Drill Sergeant of the Assassins. Dan didn't smile as he made the joke but looked towards Red. "You two going out to find that Jax kid or you going to play on your damn computer all day?" he said but this time with a strangely friendly smile on his burnt face.