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[Daisya is in a room with a lot of boxes, equipped with a clipboard and a sharpie. And into these boxes he is packing guns, explosives, and heaven knows what else, but it looks like a lot of pretty heavy duty, high tech military items.]
[He frequently stops, sitting down at intervals to rest and examine the clipboard. Now and then he marks on a box with the sharpie before taping it shut. The observant may notice he is very heavily favoring his left shoulder and side--doing little to no lifting with that side.]
[At the moment he's seated again, frowning at the clipboard and chewing on the base of the pen.]
This can't be right, we shouldn't be missing a full crate of plasma charges.
[He frequently stops, sitting down at intervals to rest and examine the clipboard. Now and then he marks on a box with the sharpie before taping it shut. The observant may notice he is very heavily favoring his left shoulder and side--doing little to no lifting with that side.]
[At the moment he's seated again, frowning at the clipboard and chewing on the base of the pen.]
This can't be right, we shouldn't be missing a full crate of plasma charges.