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Post by teaking on Mar 29, 2014 7:07:19 GMT -5
A month had passed since the gunfight at the casino and Phillip was practically recovered, He was still a little sore from the wounds he had suffered but not sore enough to Hinder his work. It was time to get columbas back into a state of glory. The inner city needed a reliable source of power and clean water and repairs needed to be constructed.
Phillip looked down from his tower as columbas continued to bleed. He swilled the scotch in his glass and then drank it in one. The inner city was now cleansed of the poor who were now confined beyond the wall in the outer city. He turned away from the window and sat back down at his desk. He had no Idea about repairing cities his skills lay in arms dealing.
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