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"Son of a bitch!"
Luis muffles a yelp as he pours peroxide onto a deep gash in his chest, a reminder of the Las Plagas army that rushed it's way into the Nexus. Of course it was his luck that he PINpointed into the Nexus and right into a mess of Ganado's.
He barely managed to live through the fight, the deep gash from a knife wielding chef that snuck up on him.
What he doesn't understand is where all these people came from...Saddler seems to have done something to some poor world he found. How many people he has at his disposal is beyond Luis right now.
"Bastard is still cocky as ever."
Finally clean, bandaged, and safe, he makes his way to the barracks and finds the nearest bed, not caring who's it is. He's stare at the ceiling through half-awake eyes, trying to think of absolutely nothing.
Nothing...
Luis muffles a yelp as he pours peroxide onto a deep gash in his chest, a reminder of the Las Plagas army that rushed it's way into the Nexus. Of course it was his luck that he PINpointed into the Nexus and right into a mess of Ganado's.
He barely managed to live through the fight, the deep gash from a knife wielding chef that snuck up on him.
What he doesn't understand is where all these people came from...Saddler seems to have done something to some poor world he found. How many people he has at his disposal is beyond Luis right now.
"Bastard is still cocky as ever."
Finally clean, bandaged, and safe, he makes his way to the barracks and finds the nearest bed, not caring who's it is. He's stare at the ceiling through half-awake eyes, trying to think of absolutely nothing.
Nothing...