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 Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 6:05 pm
Wen laughed. "Not really, but I checked the log and I'm the only pilot not on a mission."
Then he frowned, "Actually there's another pilot, but he's not exactly in condition to fly. Twisted arm, broken leg and heavy head injuries. " A shrug. "Dunno. If you can't find anyone, tell me and I'll figure something out."
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 6:09 pm
"Kay, I'll talk to Misery first!", he said happily as he turned and continued to run off.
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Your_Last_Wish_For_Death Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 6:45 pm
Before Milinda's emotions could consume her and make her start to hate this place more, she ducked away from the men when they were talking. She was in her room. She wasn't allowed to have a roommate. Not after that time she nearly cut the other girls head off because she wouldn't shut up. She looked at the wall across her cot. It was blank with nothing, but a little blood on it from when she smashed her hand. She was remembering it now, takeing her mind off the mission. If Wen was ready to go, he'd find her.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 6:51 pm
Where did she go? Wen thought, stomping around the courtyard after Nick left. Maybe she went to decline the mission? And what do I do about flying two missions?
He stopped by the equipment storage, thinking Milinda had gone there and picked out his usual vest, grenades and rifle while he was at it. Maybe she already got her gear?
Finally, he tracked down an officer and inquired Milinda's room. He knocked and called, "Milinda? Are you in there?"
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Your_Last_Wish_For_Death Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 6:59 pm
Milinda opened the door and was dressed in black long slevved shirt and pants. Her hair was braided down her back. "Ready?" She asked.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:17 pm
 All of my love will then turn into yours,
((Ah sorry. I'm behind. >.<))
Misery turned the corner in time to almost run into Nick. "Oh hey, I was just looking for you. Boss told me you have the case file? I don't have all the details. Where are we going?"
He held his hand out expectantly for the file.
And you will feel hope bleeding out from your pores.
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Consistent Spontaneity Crew
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 9:14 pm
Wen smiled as reassuringly as he could. "Yea. You got your gun? And the communicator glasses?" He led the way to the airway and inspected the few ships there from a digital panel.
"Why," he yelled, whirling at one of the people maintaining the airfield, "isn't the J16 ready?"
"Eh?" a passing man asked nervously.
"I brought her back 24 hours ago. Why isn't she clean, fueled up and ready to go? There weren't even any repairs needed!"
The man stuttered something along the lines of "No time" and Wen cursed, throwing the standard gear--stuffed in two black duffel bags--into the back of the only ready ship.
Under his breath he muttered, "Wait until I tell the Boss. Then you'll have no time."
Articulately, he called to Milinda, "We'll have to do with this guy."
I wonder how long this mission will take...if possible, I'd like to get back before 1300 tomorrow...so I can fly Misery and Nick. Huh.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:09 am
Nick hand Misery the folder and started to give the down load of the information even though the other person was reading it. "Ok, so we are going to Brazil, which I'm happy about since I've been stuck going into Siberia for the last 4 months. Anyway, we have to kill a guy named Tony who is like 41 and owns a rival assassin corporation in Belgium, so yeah. I think it's gonna be interesting going after another assassin", Nick finally stopped talking and shoved his goggles up to the top of his head in an attempt to keep his white hair out of the way.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 9:03 am
All of my love will then turn into yours,
"Hmmmm."
Misery closed the case file, handing it back to Nick. "As you said, this will be interesting. We're going to have to be extremely careful. This guy is from the top, so he's going to know all the signs of an assassin. We're going to have to do things a little differently. We'll have to think of a completely different game plan than how we would normally handle a mission."
He ran a hand through his hair, before he smiled. This was the kind of mission he specialized in. The hard, unconventional ones.
"This is going to be fun."
And you will feel hope bleeding out from your pores.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 10:35 am
Nick smirked and said, "I think I might have an idea, I mean we always go headfirst into the problem. Lets go undercover and use disguises. We can try to get an appointment with him in Brazil as 'clients' and we'll get a little info on him. After a couple of meetings and we have enough info, we can strike him right in the heart. He won't even know what hit 'im."
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Your_Last_Wish_For_Death Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 11:48 am
Milinda nodded at Wen. "That's fine. I use daggers not guns. Let's just get this over with." She said solemly and coldly.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 2:46 pm
"Fine," Wen replied, closing the hatch as Milinda got in. He turned on the computer and checked the ship's system quickly before buckling his seat beat and starting the jet along the runway.
Within a minute they were airborne and a few seconds later, the airway was a tiny speck in the distance. Coordinates for Germany...
"You have any idea where they would be in about an hour?" he asked, fiddling with the computer as they veered to the left.
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Your_Last_Wish_For_Death Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 2:53 pm
"It's sunday, so they'll be at church. We can set up a trap at thier house." Milinda said nonchantly.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 3:05 pm
Wen nodded and inputed the appropriate commands with expert fingers. Scrutinizing a map that had popped up, he asked, "What kind of trap do you have in mind?"
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