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<div class="gmail_quote">On Jan 9, 2008 8:29 AM, Captain Mitchell <<a href="mailto:capt.mitchell@travellercentral.com">capt.mitchell@travellercentral.com</a>> wrote:<br>
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<div class="Ih2E3d"><span id=""></span>Doctor... Plain and simple. Easy to move in and to run and fight in<br>if we have to."<br><br></div></blockquote>
<div>Kat locks up again after the men leave and ponders what to wear. "Plain and simple he said. That's easy for HIM to say that." Kat shut up once she realized she was talking to herself and started to rummage through her stuff. Black form fitting jeans, black running shoes, one of Karl's least offensive t-shirts, and his burgendy sweatshirt completed her outfit. The sweatshirt kept sliding off one shoulder but she decided it looked cute enough on her that way to leave it. She adjusted the sweatshirt to cover the personal medkit she wore (on the non slipping side) and looked at the gun still on the bed. She had taken it out wondering if she should carry it or rely on the guys. Checking her watch, she quickly put in a call to Mitch as she slips a few cred sticks in her bra and pocket.
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<div>After he answers, she politely ask: "Captain, do I need my gun for this decoy thing? I'm not sure it will fit well with my outfit."</div></div>