Multex wiped a brow as the 50th tree came crahing down. "That should do it." he murmured, putting hs hand flat and chopping the timber into even boards. "I better pay my respects." he thought.
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Multex groaned as he hefted he boards on his back into town. He gently set them down at them down in the center and accepted a hammer and bucket of nails from one farmer. He set to work, repairing until the last house was done. With a wipe of the brow, he leapt to the ground and headed over to the farmeer, handing back the nails and hammer.
"Nice job, stranger." one replied and Multex nodded, rubbing his gloved hands. "Well if that's it, I must be off." he stated, recieving a nod from everyone there. As he walked off he wodered "What was up with those feelings round the Agent and the Archeress?"
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Multex walked up to the Protoss Village. He was now wearing his fedora and wearing a stunned look on his face. "S***. Havering or the Infects did a numbe here.." he murmured, starting inside. He walked through the remains and into a still standing pub. "Hey, new guy." the Zealot called out. With a nod of greting to the patrons, he sat down at the counter. "What'll it be?" th bartender asked. 707 answered immediately. HR cola, no ice, and a glass of your finest Petri wine." The zealot nodded and returned a bit later, sitting the glasses on the table. Multex drank from the soda glass and immediately coughed. "You ok, Son?" the protoss asked. Multex raised a hand and responded. "I'll be ok Schir. Juscht schome potent schtuff." Taking no notice of Multex's intoxicated speech, the bartender nodded and ignored the further coughing.
"Oh damn, I'm gonna be drunk again." the Agent thought. "Hopefully I'll sober up by the time markior gets in. And hey..where's that big snoed Lich? haven' seen a trace of him since the metallic incident. He took a deep drink aand polished off the soda. Glancing about, he noticed a zealot looking at him "What ya lookin at schonny?" he asked in his most sober tone, making the alien turn around. Deftly he lifted his wine glass and took a swig. "Dang..this is some good stuff!" he thought, going back to facing the bar with his hat pulled down.