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 Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 12:25 pm
At first, Kurtis believed that he was seeing a reflection of sunlight, or perhaps an aftereffect of the golden light. But he soon realized: Tiki's mouth was glowing.
St. Cyrill blinked. "Enough with your silly Brit tricks. We need to get some backup and get out of here. We have no idea what that...thing might return."
He pulled out his radio before noticing Niola. "And who are you?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:02 pm
"I TELEPORTED!" Richard shouted at him in disbelief. "CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I JUST PERFORMED THE IMPOSSIBLE?!" He grabbed his own head. "FOR PITY'S SAKE! YOU BLEW UP A TREE! PICK UP A ROCK! THROW IT AT A TREE!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:14 pm
St. Cyrill attempted to ignore Richard, but as he got no signal on the radio and he was already in pain, his anger got the best of him.
"WOULD YOU PLEASE...SHUT THE HELL UP!" He savagely threw the radio. It hit the treeline and blew three trees back into the forest.
St. Cyrill stood, still in an after-throwing pose. "What..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:19 pm
"THERE!" Richard screamed. "THAT IS WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT! WHY THE F**K WOULDN'T YOU BELIEVE ME IN THE FIRST F**KIN' PLACE!?" He cut himself off, realizing how loud and emotional he was being. "Let's calm down," he suggested. "Figure out what's going on here. It seems that I can teleport and you can blow stuff up. Now why would that be?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 2:42 pm
Esther gulped, and glanced over her shoulder anxiously as she followed him, and climbed in the car. She slid down low in her seat, figiting nervously with a stray lock of hair. Hopefully the chances of that happening were low. Whether that was true or not, she managed to convince herself that was the case, just to settle her nerves a bit. Besides, Gray knew what to do.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 7:30 pm
St. Cyrill shook his head as he straightened up. "This...no way. This makes no sense at all." He grunted. "Before we figure this out, can we please get these damn bullets out?" He pulled out a small bottle and put two painkillers in his mouth.
Gray smiled at her. "Hey. This is what your training was for. You'll be fine." The car began to go.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 7:54 pm
"Guys, I'm going to do something incredibly stupid," Kurtis declared. "Wish me luck." He poked his finger down the mouth to try to get... whatever it was... out.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 8:00 pm
Xander stepped in closer to see what would happen to Kurtis, he couldn't honestly say he hoped for nothing...exciting.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 8:06 pm
Richard nodded. He pulled his knife from his vest, gave John a funny look of "well, here we go," and went at it as neatly as he could. Given he was using a KaBar, that wasn't saying much, but it was the best they had on hand. About fifteen seconds later, they had the bullet out and John could still move. "Okay. We take this stuff home, we show them what we found out, and we take it from there. If I run really fast and roll, I can teleport, and if you get angry and throw things they'll blow up. Must be some explanation. At least the people wondering about our little escapade will be satisfied we're alive." McMullard shuddered. His men were dead. How long had he been with them? How long had they cooperated, stayed in close quarters?
He banished the thought from his mind. Now St. Cyrill was his ally, his only active, nearby friend. He had to stay with him. Work with him. That ought to be fun.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 8:48 pm
St. Cyrill's muscles finally relaxed as the bullet was drawn out. Only one had managed to stay in, and combined with the painkillers, he was feeling a lot better.
"Yeah," he murmured as he picked up a rock. He tossed it up and down in his hand as he thought.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 8:49 pm
((Uh..Joe...What happens to Tiki?))
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 8:54 pm
Kurtis slowly reached in, his hands moving with surgical precision. He slowly probed around for a few seconds before his eyes widened and he withdrew his hand, revealing...
Nothing.
"There's nothing there," he said in disbelief.
Meanwhile, Connor fired the pistol at an encroaching terrorist. It let out a cannon-like boom. Connor looked at it for a second before shrugging and shooting another. "Can we please hurry?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 8:56 pm
((You son of a whore! scream ))
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 9:13 pm
Kurtis got up and raised Tiki in a fireman's carry. "Let's go," he grunted. He tried not to think about the simple fact that guns don't make the noise Connor's gun just did.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 9:14 pm
McMullard gave a deep sigh, examining the bloodied bullet. "How do we get home?" he demanded. "What happened to our chopper? Wasn't it supposed to be waiting for us?" He glanced at the ((DEAD)) girl. How had she gotten here? Presumably she had driven somehow. Thus, she had a car, which would serve to get them to somewhere they could call someone to take them back into the USA. Perfect.
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