He was onto a good thing here, and then those goddam Sim Troopers had to show up. A couple of the others might think it was fun, but Wash would much rather have the job go smoothly, and while it was something that should be easy to deal with, it set him on edge. Why here? Why now?
And that one soldier in the tan armour... nah, couldn't be. Some idiot had just picked up whatever had been left over. Sold it on the black market. There was a lot of that going around these days, Freelancer and alien tech. It was someone playing at being a Freelancer and Wash would see them pay for picking it up like it was an identity they could just take.
They were still stuck in that canyon for now at least. Easy pickings if necessary. Time to do some recon.
He sent the soldiers back to base, preferring to do this himself. The scope of his rifle gave him a good look down to where the ship had crashed, and where the impostor was hiding, like he had any right in the world to that armour.
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Fuck.
He was onto a good thing here, and then those goddam Sim Troopers had to show up. A couple of the others might think it was fun, but Wash would much rather have the job go smoothly, and while it was something that should be easy to deal with, it set him on edge. Why here? Why now?
And that one soldier in the tan armour... nah, couldn't be. Some idiot had just picked up whatever had been left over. Sold it on the black market. There was a lot of that going around these days, Freelancer and alien tech. It was someone playing at being a Freelancer and Wash would see them pay for picking it up like it was an identity they could just take.
They were still stuck in that canyon for now at least. Easy pickings if necessary. Time to do some recon.
He sent the soldiers back to base, preferring to do this himself. The scope of his rifle gave him a good look down to where the ship had crashed, and where the impostor was hiding, like he had any right in the world to that armour.