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| Yes, of course! |
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 Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:15 pm
((Hmm... should we wait for her or should I do a little god-modding?))
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:19 pm
((Don't you dare, Bayer. Give me a minute.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:25 pm
((Dude, the boobs totally just told you.
I'm confused as to how Syndicate made Level 3, and CQB landed in 2.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:26 pm
Jaclyn remained remarkably calm. She eyed the injured man in her closet with the practiced, professional detachment that comes with having countless guns pointed in your face. "Hold that thought," she said evenly, then yelled in the direction of the door, "Please go away!" Hopefully her politeness would cue whoever-it-was in to the fact that something was wrong; then again, maybe it wouldn't. She turned back to the gunman and held up a slender finger, silently requesting his continued patience.
((Edit: I was wondering about that too, actually. Does OOC count against you?))
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:29 pm
((Hahahahaha probably.
Also I didn't do all the writeups I ought to have in the first place and didn't update them appropriately and no one needs to know that I lied on the front page.))
The man came out silently, maintaining his grip on his AK and looking very dangerous. Not because he was angry or unstable or anything - because he was very stable, soldier-like stable. She noticed that his uniform was the Spetznaz Special division - this one must've hitched a ride on the submarine on the way back. Dangit.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:30 pm
((I have to go, but I'll be back at around 8:40 or so. DON'T. OVER. POST.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:33 pm
Devin snorted. "Please? Why doesn't she just threaten to cut his balls off or something."
((Also, why do the TEAM team's security and intelligence operations resemble sieves, Swiss cheese, the twins who both got pregnant at my school, fishnets, and other things consisting almost entirely of holes?))
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:36 pm
((Fishnets and twins = WIN.))
Lito shrugged. I suppose if she said...wait, what did she say?
"All right. Well hey, I'll be taking the room just down the hall, if you want to get to know me."
He walked back to the lobby and grabbed Devin. "Something's wrong. You picked it up too, right?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:38 pm
Devin nodded and acted like that was what he had meant. "Uh, yeah. Oy, Pauly, does TEAM have any hostage or duress codes, especially verbal ones?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:42 pm
Lito slapped Devin lightly. "Come on, shut the ******** up! I think that much is pretty freaking obvious!"
He turned back towards the room. "We need to get in there, quick."
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:49 pm
"Well, I meant, what are they?" Devin replied irritably. "Besides, if she's at knifepoint or gunpoint, breaking in won't help much."
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 6:52 pm
Lito facepalmed. "Dude, she said please. I think that's clear enough. My sisters only said please when they were in trouble, or when they wanted something."
He stroked his chin. "Is there a way in from outside?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 7:05 pm
"Dude, theoretically, if she's on the rag, mood swings like that would make sense," Devin objected half-jokingly. Is it still misogyny if there's nobody around and it's in regards to a misandrist? "Anyway, that's one of the questions we're asking." He turned to Paul expectantly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 7:20 pm
Jaclyn took everything in quickly and filed it away for future reference; she would worry about who he was, and how he'd managed to get himself into her room, later. The main to think about now was how to avoid getting shot. Stalling was probably a good idea, just in case the ****ing idiots outside got her hint. "So. What can I do for you?"
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