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Dillion 4- Tech Style by mdbruffy

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Tech Wars-
    The Defender delivers a cargo of computer components to Jayden Four- a world that restricts the use of advanced technology. They no sooner land, than the cargo's stolen and Dillion has to get it back if she expects to be paid for delivering it.

Old Style-
     Still on Jayden Four, the crew have an old fashion murder brought to their door step. Who killed the industrialist? His wife? his partner? his mistress? or his twin daughters?

Giving credit where it's due: The dart was built and designed by Ptrope.
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MichaelJohnMorris Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2018  Professional Digital Artist
Cool. :)
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mdbruffy Featured By Owner Apr 14, 2018
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed the story.
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MichaelJohnMorris Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2018  Professional Digital Artist
You're welcome. :)
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Roguewing Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
More good stuff, Madison
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mdbruffy Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2017
Thank you. I hope to have a few more pics in the next book. That one's all one story with more opportunities for moment-type pics.
What did you think of Megan's reveal?
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Roguewing Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Didn't get quite that far yet, actually
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mdbruffy Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2017
Okay.
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Roguewing Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Definitely caught me by surprise.
I can see it, though.
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mdbruffy Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2017
I thought it made an interesting twist and Dillion was right. As a shape changer, she can do it.
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