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Boy: *accepts the hand, an awed little grin on his face as he pulls himself to his feet* A-are you... are you really Deckard of the Brave Police? Deckard: *nods, sitting back on his heels and saluting* Brave Police Deckard at your service. Pleased to meet you. Boy: *face /splits/ into a grin* W-wow. Oh, wow. This is real! This is really real! They're never going to believe this!! *bouncy fanboy!!* I wonder... *looks up at Deckard* We'll go back to the junkyard tonight to see if we can find any more Brave Police! You'll help, right? Deckard: *looks /STRICKEN/ at that* M-my team... *curls a bit for a moment, hand over his face - there's SO MUCH to deal with and he never got the chance...and now...isn't the time either? Focus, Deckard!...with a shudder, he forces himself to straighten again, refocusing on the boy* We...we were set to be executed. I know I was. What happened after that? What did they do with my team? *glances around* How long has it been? Boy: *expression falls a little, feeling bad for him.* You all were. My grandfather was there that day. That was almost fifty years ago now. I grew up hearing stories about you and your team. I...I never expected to find you, or... to be able to get you working again. .....I'm sorry for your loss. Deckard: *head bows* Thank you. *looks at him again* /You/ found and repaired me? *"all by yourself?"*
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