"So what brings you to CMP soldier"
- The soldier asked as he gestured for Chris to enter a yellow building with a red door -
One odd taste in colors yall have here.
-Chris smirked as he walked through the door behind the soldier-
"Yea, no one ever really asks them to paint even though we all know it needs to be done"
-The soldier replied, he had a mask covering his head but Chris could tell he was smirking too-
So what is this place anyway? I've only heard stories in the past of how CMP are the peace keepers in this continent.
-Chris asked and the soldier gestured him into a small doorway where a man in a dark blue military uniform greeted him-
So i guess I'll ask him instead then ...?
-Chris greeted the man and then re-asked the question-
"That's not something you really need to worry about right now Laddy"
-The man answered as he pulled out a cigar, he responded with his own question-
"where did you get the bird, it's nice!"
I built it sir, yup she's my pride and, beauty.
"Well she is a beauty, sell her to me how much"
I'm not selling her, she is too special to me!
-Chris said as he made a serious looking expression-
"well that's too bad isn't it ..."
-Began the man but Chris cut him off -
I'm just fuckin with you dude lighten up, that's for messing with my music, I can't sell this shit anyways.
-Chris said as he stretched out his arm returning the bird to its original oil like form-
"Well shit, your one of them… oh damn what do you call them power holders again? You remember Jim?"
-He asked while waving his cigar at the man standing guard-