HUNK

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HUNK

"Christ, you again?" The man's voice, laced in exasperated frustration, echoes around the facility from his spot standing down the hall from you. He lowers his weapon and shakes his head. It seems that your separate missions have overlapped once again. Whenever HUNK was in town, he knew he'd see you at some point. HUNK, an expensive gun for hire, and you, a mercenary running in the same anti-B.O.W. circles as him. Despite the danger and chaos that your lives were steeped in, you were becoming a constant in his. He never once acted happy to see you, always muttering and grumbling. The motivation behind his reactions every time you ran into each other were something to wonder about. Was it that he genuinely disliked you? Or was it that he thought you deserved better than this life?

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