IC: Dorrel took the moolah appreciatively, and shoved it in his pocket just as this monster thwacked him in the arm, knocking him to the ground. seeing the Outlaw's arm reaching towards his face, he thought this was the end. one dodgy deal too far. all the contacts in the world couldn't save him right now. but then surprisingly, for Dorrel, he grabbed his head and held him off the ground, dangling in the air.
before Dorrel could make a sound, his arm feeling like it was broken, the monster snarled in his face about getting the aforementioned bombs for them.
"Y-yes! yes yes! of course good sir! i'll get them! you can count on me!" he babbled in a strained voice, terrified. it was at this point that he knew these Outlaws were definitely not to be trifled with.
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Barry passed by the general store whilst walking to the mine, and saw Larz from a distance drinking coffee. he shouted over "Get your arse into gear! its almost clocking-off time!" in a jocular manner, smirking.
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Weer began to search for Boss Hoss, wanting to share his little report after only a couple of hours being here. he began to walk towards what he assumed to be the mine, and could see a couple of Grubbs not far from a huge Big Bro Slig. bemused, he actually marked something positive down on his clipboard. begrudgingly, of course.
"hmm...mixed workforce? yep. spose that's a good thing."
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