The Thrill of Pursuit


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 * Gotta hurry... Jock's in town -- and from how he sounded over the phone, he's in BAD trouble.
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 * Jock's got me out of more of my fair share of scrapes, before. The Tibetan bandits, the Hovitos, at least one Imperial Navy...
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 * Least I can do is return the favor -- even if, APPARENTLY, no cabbie in town is willing to take me to the airf--
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 * Oh, come ON! You SAW me trying to wave you down! Is it the whip?! SOME PAYING CUSTOMERS HAVE WHIPS, PAL!
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 * Oh, come ON! You SAW me trying to wave you down! Is it the whip?! SOME PAYING CUSTOMERS HAVE WHIPS, PAL!
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Level 3 "Run to an Appointment"
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 * Send Indy to run to an appointment.
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 * 5, 100
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 * Of all the-- I ended up jogging all the way to the tarmac, only to find out that THIS is what he was all worked up about?
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 * I swear, if I had a nickel for every time Jock's tried to pull me into a real-estate deal... well, I'd have about fifteen cents.
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 * But it's like I told him a minute ago: If you REALLY wanna buy an old airplane hangar and turn it into a restaurant...
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 * ... At LEAST do it someplace warmer than Connecticut!
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 * At least he kept Reggie in the cockpit this time...
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 * ... At LEAST do it someplace warmer than Connecticut!
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 * At least he kept Reggie in the cockpit this time...
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