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I think we're stuck in a bloody cutscene and nobody had the courtesy to let us know.

A bunch more talking, with one of the 'good' furballs threatening us over not wanting guff from the Krieger goons.  They just stopped fighting after Krieger went down and Lexi did her Magic Dogwhistle of Ill Portent and Doom.  The lot of them could have started again at any time, still could.  We had damn good reason and would've been well within our rights to put them all down.

Will admit though, Cindy was looking pretty hot with all she had going on.  She can get really shiny.

And my thoughts are everywhere.  I think I'm just getting frustrated that we've still got half a mission to take care of.  Kline's apperantly coming into town, and one of Krieger's former goons, I guess, is going to be the one meeting him while we keep an eye on things.  Don't think we even really settled on a plan yet.  At this point though, it might be best to either scrub the mission or haul Kline's ass in and kick it until he talks.  Not exactly subtle, mind, but I think we're starting to get a time crunch.

Eh.

Cindy's been working on another painting.  I didn't get much work done on my pet projects.  Well, nothing on the computer, anyway.  Plenty worked up in my head.  Thrust-to-weight ratios are going to be a bitch if I go that route, but we'll see.  Depends on how much the plating is going to weight.  Not to mention the power plant, circuitry, the work I need on the targeting software, etc etc.  Oh, this is going to be fun when I'm finished.

Cutting this short.  Cindy's shaking my shoulder, something about Andrew exploding in a fiery motorcycle crash or something.  And now she's looking over my shoulder, telling me it wasn't a crash.  And now she's telling me to stop typing what she says and get up.  OW! HELP HELP I'M BEING REPRESSED.