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 Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 4:57 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 4:59 pm
((If this arc finishes before I complete the picture, I'll answer you. Deal?))
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:04 pm
((Whaaaaaaaat? Fine, but someone has to do something.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:05 pm
((Waiting for Z, mainly, right?))
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:07 pm
((That, and I might have to log soon. Soooo...hurry.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:10 pm
Z nodded and headed off for the minivan . . .
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:11 pm
Anatoly grabbed Mike, who had returned with Z ((*Cough*)) and sent them along with each other. He texted Z again, more calmly this time.
text when you find him
He set off for his own sweep of the area around the camp.
((Timeskip to next time something's happening? <_<; Quickly, before you must log.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:12 pm
((Wait, what? Where are you going? I thought you were trying to get out...))
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:13 pm
Z ((and Mike *cough*)) reached the Minivan. got here. He texted back. He knocked on the door. "Wilde?" He called.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:16 pm
((He's making sure they don't ditch Wilde when Wilde has the sticker if he's not at the van.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:17 pm
Wilde walked up behind the two at the van, licking his fingers as he reached for another Chicken McBucket. "What are you tards doing?" he asked.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:19 pm
Z rolled his eyes. "Mr. Bossman told us to come and get you." He said, leanign against the van. "Do you have the sticker? We should be leaving." He added, more seriously.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:20 pm
Anatoly received the text. He found the QM.
"More good news, more bad news," he informed the QM. "Malcolm is on his way here, but he's not going to kill anyone. I'm going to brief him and my team's pulling out. We're letting him do his thing and staying the hell away."
He began to jog back up the path. Before he left, he stopped and turned to the QM. "Good luck," he called back, jogging back up the path to the van.
He arrived and saw Wilde. "You p***k, I'm never letting you handle the sensitive s**t on a mission again!" he snapped, getting in the unlocked passenger seat.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:22 pm
One hand wrapped around Anatoly's neck as the other put Z into a painful armbar.
"Let me say something," he growled dangerously. "I am still in a position to ******** kill the both of you. What does this mean? It means no attitudes, and no ******** smart remarks. I said this was your mission, so getting the Sticker at all was more than I ever intended to do. So I'm going to here a nice, heartfelt 'Thank you,' or you're going to be walking home. On broken legs. Got it?"
He tightened both grips.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:26 pm
Anatoly promptly applied Joy Buzzer to Wilde and slammed Wilde's head against the side of the car, denting. He then swapped the fully charged Skulltap power into Joy Buzzer and full-charge shocked Wilde again.
Then he slammed Wilde's head against the car door again.
And again.
And again.
Losing it to Joy Buzzer? Probably. At least a little.
((Anatoly: Master of self-control!))
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