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 Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 8:01 pm
Arch the Angel "The easy way is for bitches." He said, smirking. A shot rang out, the ground in front of the large Keeper exploding. The lights in the stadium all turned on, a voice over the loudspeakers. "Alright that's enough of that! Next one to move will be able to tie his shoes with his teeth!" Jeffery said over the speakers. "You, short and ugly. I got you in my crosshairs, and unless you leave this kid and his alone, you'll catch one between the eyes." The black guy, Barrett, looked up at the loudspeakers, and continued to walk towards Sam, Crane and a couple of the others started to back off. "Renae... He has support. Make your way to the stadium operations and get rid of him."
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 8:06 pm
"God ******** damn it." Jeffery's voice sounded over the speakers, though quiet as if he wasn't intending to speak into them, the sound of him loading another round into the chamber.
"I don't need the big guy do take you." Sam said, moving foreword and throwing a punch at Barrett.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 8:17 pm
"On our way," Renae copied back. She and her team left the van. There were three of them, the speedster from the original heist, and pale looking man who was balancing what looked like a small bubble on his finger.
"Scout out ahead," Renae told the speedster, "Scan the area and find the support and report back numbers." She glanced to the pale man at her other side. "Graham, go back up crane, they'll need the defense."
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 8:19 pm
Arch the Angel "God ******** damn it." Jeffery's voice sounded over the speakers, though quiet as if he wasn't intending to speak into them, the sound of him loading another round into the chamber. "I don't need the big guy do take you." Sam said, moving foreword and throwing a punch at Barrett. The punch landed, as Barret made no motion to move from it. The punch made a thud against the larger man's sternum, leaving Sam feel as if he had just punched a hard concrete or metal floor underneath a thing pad.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 8:20 pm
Das Steube Arch the Angel "God ******** damn it." Jeffery's voice sounded over the speakers, though quiet as if he wasn't intending to speak into them, the sound of him loading another round into the chamber. "I don't need the big guy do take you." Sam said, moving foreword and throwing a punch at Barrett. The punch landed, as Barret made no motion to move from it. The punch made a thud against the larger man's sternum, leaving Sam feel as if he had just punched a hard concrete or metal floor underneath a thing pad. "Mother ********.." Sam said, holding his hand in his other. "The hell are you wearing?" Jeffery scoped in, keeping his eyes on the fight and the other supers after Sam. He didn't really want to kill anyone, but if it got bad...
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 8:33 pm
The speeder zoomed around, looking for the source of the voice, so he could report back to Renae.
Gram however, made his way to stand next to Crane the bubble in his hand was growing bigger as he walked. "In need of a shield?" He asked, looking over to Crane and his men. The bubbles functioned as a one hit block, popping after absorbing the force, and always taking a brief time to regenerate, though it could stop a great many things.
Renae followed to the other side of the field, keeping her eyes open for anything. Her wrists twitched, two long tentacle like appendages were folded up inside them on either side. They functioned like a stun gun, shooting out and zapping, thought he reach was only twenty feet, and once all four had been shot out, it took time to recharge.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 8:38 pm
The operations room was empty, a light glowing next to the mic with the words under it reading 'wireless'.
However, as the door to the operations room opened, it triggered an explosive charge of gun powder and gasoline behind the door.
This is assuming the speedster did in fact go to the operations room.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:02 pm
"I ain't wearin' s**t." He replied, raising a hand to pound the smaller child.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:03 pm
Das Steube "I ain't wearin' s**t." He replied, raising a hand to pound the smaller child. "Aw hell nah!" Sam said, bringing his unhurt hand up to deflect the punch, using Barrett's force to swing him around.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:35 pm
"In the operations roo...." Renae heard the speeder's voice cut off in time with a loud explosion. She let out a slight groan. "Crane, they're setting traps." She continued searching for the sniper, looking for reflection, and vantage points as she moved.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:54 pm
Ruby St.Claire "In the operations roo...." Renae heard the speeder's voice cut off in time with a loud explosion. She let out a slight groan. "Crane, they're setting traps." She continued searching for the sniper, looking for reflection, and vantage points as she moved. Crane retreated into the bubble, swearing lightly. "We'll let Barrett get the boy. Do we have anyone else capable of detecting this sniper?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 9:54 pm
Ruby St.Claire "In the operations roo...." Renae heard the speeder's voice cut off in time with a loud explosion. She let out a slight groan. "Crane, they're setting traps." She continued searching for the sniper, looking for reflection, and vantage points as she moved. Though she wouldn't see him, the hill behind the bleachers had a fair amount of brush and other things that could give cover around the top.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 10:15 pm
"With our speeder down, no. But Renae should be looking for him." Gram glanced at Crane. "Can Barrett handle the boy?"
Renae glanced over at the hill and made her way towards it, attempting to move quietly as she scanned the area for the sniper.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 10:24 pm
Ruby St.Claire "With our speeder down, no. But Renae should be looking for him." Gram glanced at Crane. "Can Barrett handle the boy?" Renae glanced over at the hill and made her way towards it, attempting to move quietly as she scanned the area for the sniper. A bullet collided with the bubble, a soft curse potentially hinting towards where Jeffery was. He loaded another round, glancing up. He cursed again, seeing Renae, her silhouette against the lit field. "Get the hell back." He said, swinging the barrel around at her.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 10:29 pm
Gram never got his reply- Crane made a mad dash off the field, bolting for cover, rushing towards the wreck of the operations room.
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