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 Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 3:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 12:50 pm
At a run, Gamma leaped through an aluminum link fence. This place was clearly a heavier industry. Workers milled about, warehouses clouded most of the view. Still running, the fence did little to slow his massive force of weight and speed. Maybe one of the workers knew something.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 12:57 pm
Robots stirred. Working among the human workers. No surprise for Gamma, he had seen more and deadlier robots than this.
A short jump and he caught the lip of a large metal crate. Pulling himself up with little effort, and he was on top of a long rectangle of metal; a shipping crate.
"HEY! Tell me something useful!" Gamma shouted, voice echoed by itself.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:04 pm
With no response worth hearing, Gamma turned and jogged to the end of the crate. A forward handspring to plant his free hand on the edge and pivot his weight over him. Forward handspring, into a flip, and a landing on his feet. Continuing with the force that he hit the ground with, he moved to a staggered-low-to-the-ground run. Southward, where he could pick up Gammu on his sensors.
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