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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gramcrackered" data-source="post: 1743052" data-attributes="member: 19168">"Fake a DocWagon pick-up?" Jake mutters beneath his breath.  His hand slowly reaches up to absent-mindedly rub at his jawline, only to dart away once he recalls he's still wearing his helmet.  Utterly distracted, he fails to even acknowledge Spring-Heel.The dealer Jake had bought his vehicle from had said it was all on the up-and-up, that the corp simply hadn't needed it anymore.  Dealer had also said that there had been some requirements before sale; specifically, the insides had been gutted and all traces of DocWagon logos had been removed from the sides.The logos Jake could probably recreate or reveal with a little elbow grease, thanks to the sloppy work of the dealer and the first-hand experience of Jake's.  The medical gear that was supposed to be inside...well...he'd just have to hope nobody saw the inside.'Course, there was the fact that DocWagon would be pissed if they learned somebody was faking a pickup with one of their own vehicles.  Especially if the sale of the vehicle wasn't as legit as that dealer had promised.  And if this chick had a current contract with DocWagon...Well.  Let's just say years of working under DocWagon's thumb have ingrained a healthy fear for the corp in Jake.</blockquote>