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 Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 10:04 pm
((When did he get shot?))
Devin slammed a fist down on Pavel's wrist, intending to make him drop it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 10:11 pm
((Yes, he was. Bayer's guy had magic, though, so it ended up being something of a draw.))
Amanae had several things that she wanted to say, or, rather, yell, but unfortunately the wind had been knocked out of her by a heavy body falling on top of her. A few seconds later, Paul fell onto her back and began struggling with the Russian, leaving Jaclyn stuck in the middle. Since talking was not an option, she worked her hand down to pull her magnum out of its holster. It was probably overkill, but her other gun wasn't on her, and her only decent knife was out of reach.
Then, suddenly, the Russian was shouting and pushing them off, and-- Was that a ****ing grenade?
((Edit: Ninja posting! Agh! Hold on))
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 10:14 pm
There was kind of a problem with that, but it was a little late to think of that, since the grenade and dropped and the spoon was out. Pavel through Jaclyn and Paul off him more definitively and started to get up to run, since they had like four freaking seconds before everyone in the room was dead. Paul was doing the same thing.
((Bed, goodnight. Sorry. Post in the morning.
He got shot by Paul earlier, in the enemy base - he talked about how Serkhov would be lucky to be alive, remember?))
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 10:24 pm
Swearing under her breath in Spanish and English, Jaclyn dashed forward, reaching down to scoop up the grenade.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 10:26 pm
Devin calmly picked the grenade up. Jaclyn missed her grab and fell beside him, covering her head and ears in anticipation of the blast. Devin threw it through the window ((window to where, I can only imagine)), diving to the ground alongside Jaclyn as it sailed out; he, too, covered his ears.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 10:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 10:32 pm
((Well, I did have a cooler idea, but it seems that this time I have ninja posted. Should I change it back?))
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 10:35 pm
((Want me to blow up mine? Or should Kara, since she NINJA EDITED?))
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 10:39 pm
((*sullen face* I did say I was changing it. The first one wasn't suicidal enough to be Jaclyn. Whatever you think, though.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 10:42 pm
Compromise reached. biggrin
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 10:43 pm
((*Blink* Wait. What did I just agree to?))
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 12:17 am
((Exactly what I wanted to.
You've fallen for my CLEVER TRAP!))
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:52 am
There was no window, so Devin tossed it into the bathroom instead. There was a noise of tinkling porcelain and running water, and the carpet started getting wet.
Pavel was still running, surprisingly quickly for a man who'd just gotten shot. ((I nearly put shout there. SHOUTGUN.)) Paul, who had cleared the room, was going after him, but he paused. "Give me a hand, he's going for the Serious Room and once he's in there it's gonna be a real search."
((Yeah, Paul is their security system, and normally he does a good job.
Normally.
This is plot convenience, huh? Introduce you to the enemy better. By having them nearly shoot you.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 9:09 am
((Oh, sorry. I just pictured a bedroom, and there was a window. ^-^ Oops!))
Jaclyn got back up, her mouth a grim slash, and followed Paul without any backtalk.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 12:16 pm
"Grab something on the way through!" Paul told her.
There were plenty of rifles to choose from. Or submachine guns, or pistols, or... oh heck. She could just roll with an MP5 that was in front of her, or snatch up another UMP45. Paul sure kept a lot of UMPs lying around.
((Haha, no troubles.
Should I give you more options, since you feel gun deficient?))
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