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[Walter]

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The words of advice from his friends echo in his mind as he packs the last of his things for his move to the Headquarters of the Soldiers of Fortune. "You need to move out of that house, or you'll never get over what happened."

He grabs the last of the letters he had saved over the years and locked them in a box burned deep in a crate to be moved the his new home. The memories of the past six years flood his mind, those of his family, son, wife, brothers, and the Guardians of Light.

Walter arrives at his new home, it's already busy and crowded, fellow Soldiers are there organizing and setting up their new headquarters. All these men like himself have been shut out by the world, pure bred combat soldiers, they are not diplomats, not scholars nor philosophers, they are soldiers they kill their problems, thats what they do and they are all damn good at it. They all know the path they choose will find them many enemies and few allies, and even fewer friends. Walter grins as he props his feet up on his desk in his new office, it's his time now and he's going to shine until the day he dies.
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[20:28] Inkari: walter=chuck norris

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