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"How did I get stuck with a job like this? I'm a highly respected general in the Sigma Corp.'s military division."
"Now general Dune, this is a very important assignment don't forget that how ever humiliating it might be now shall I introduce you to your personal guard."
Dune a tall man with blonde hair and a short trimmed beard rise from the chair and count the glass mug on the table remove a few gold coins from his pouch on his side and drop them on the table.
"Here you go General; these are the things you're going to need." "What a sword? Why would I need this antique?"
"You were at another one of those bars!" Dune saunters past all the cots speared through the front of the room over to the bed and flops down on it "If I didn't go to those Bars I'd drown in the extergine."
"Well General you're stuck with us and you can't get rid of Sigma Corp.'s first women military division. We were assigned to be your personal guard and it's a little hard to protect you when none of my girls can bring them selfs to follow you into those sleazy taverns."
"Well sargent at those sleazy taverns at least I can bed one of the women if I get here drunk enough."
"You sex driven drunk of a man!"
Dune sits up on the bed and glances around at all the cots. "Where are all the girls?"
"Where do you god damn think out looking for you, if you don't remember you took off in the middle of the night with out any one knowing!"
"Ok ok what ever you say im going to bed." He falls back on the bed and rolls over on his side.
"Bastard!!!" Ellen grabs a candle stick off the table and trough's it at him barely missing his head
"Now sagent you wouldn't be a good body guard if I got hurt, now would you?" Dune mutters as she marches out of the room leaving Dune chuckling to him self.