"You can't come in." The wall was new (or I think it was new, I didn't recall a super huge wall around the "lork territories" before, but maybe I was wrong), the guard standing beside it seemed like a dick, and not just because he was telling me to leave, though that played into it.
"Its just a weapon shipment, you can let me in." I was sitting on a covered wagon, underneath the wagon's tarps were a lot of boxes marked with Hanlon's ingignia (an H with the - of the H in the shape of a rifle). I had no idea what was in the crates because I'm not paid to care.
"Just an unscheduled weapon's shipment from Hanlon arms to an unknown party within the Lork Territories? Yeah thanks but no thanks, we know who Hanlon normally supplies and you can be on your way." There was an implication here that I didn't like, that being that we supplies rebels that overturn governments. It was completely true based on recent history, but still the implication was insulting!
"So you're saying I can't like pay you to open up?" He turned around and went into the little guardhouse by the gate and I sighed a mighty heavy sigh. I hate not being able to complete simple jobs. Hate even more when Hanlon has me clearly outfront of another damn rebellion, this time without telling me. And hate the most that I was now sitting on a wagon that might as well have a huge sign that said "please rob me and take my weapons." I could tell I was going to hate my day and it had just really started.
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