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James is bulkier than usual as he enters the bar, with body armour under a tracksuit and beige overalls over the top with LUTON SECURITY across his back.
It's not a terribly effective disguise, of course, given that the average airport security guard isn't fifteen years old.
Or carrying a stack of hundred dollar bills.
He blinks and looks from the money to the door behind him. He wavers for a moment. And then he goes, "Fuck it," and walks over to the Bar to deposit a fraction of the money on her surface.
"Ought to cover my tab for a bit. And can I get a coffee? Thanks."
[tags: james adams, BLU medic]
It's not a terribly effective disguise, of course, given that the average airport security guard isn't fifteen years old.
Or carrying a stack of hundred dollar bills.
He blinks and looks from the money to the door behind him. He wavers for a moment. And then he goes, "Fuck it," and walks over to the Bar to deposit a fraction of the money on her surface.
"Ought to cover my tab for a bit. And can I get a coffee? Thanks."
[tags: james adams, BLU medic]