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 Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:31 pm
"There are paramedics on the way. You'll be okay, right? Can they prove anything?" Anatoly said. This man... my father... is an insider. He felt sick from having to justify to himself keeping his own father alive.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:34 pm
He coughed slightly as he smiled.
"I'm a wanted man, boy. I'm either going to die here, or in the hospital, or in jail. Don't worry about that."
He raised a hand weakly. "Go to the south side of this building. There's a ladder out there. Get out of here before they catch you."
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:40 pm
Anatoly scrawled his number on a piece of paper and tucked it into his father's pocket.
"Listen, when you get your phone call, dial this number. I have a friend who just might be able to get you out safely. All right?" Anatoly heard the paramedics coming up the stairs. Anatoly clasped his father's hand briefly and ran to the south side of the building, getting past the stairs before the paramedics saw him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:42 pm
Mr. Yang smiled as his son ran away. He pulled the paper out of his pocket, looked at it, and sighed.
He tore it in two, then put the pieces in his mouth and swallowed.
He wouldn't be getting out this time. Not again. Not after what he'd done.
Bitong, of course, was long gone.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:48 pm
Anatoly, bloodsoaked and ragged, returned to the warehouse and began to look for Stark.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:52 pm
Stark found him first.
"Stickers," he said from behind Anatoly.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:54 pm
Anatoly pulled the N-star and Mend 1 from his pocket and handed them over.
"The Ice 2 was destroyed by the N-star's user, I suspect," he informed Stark. He was still in too much turmoil to decide what he thought about his father's revelation.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:59 pm
Stark took the Mystickers, looking at them thoughtfully.
Suddenly, he backhanded Anatoly roughly. "Fool!" he shouted. "What did I tell you? I said that if he brought out the Star, then you run! Now, there's a news report about an explosion, and you lost a sticker!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 7:05 pm
Anatoly threw himself backwards, rolling over and into a standing position again. He looked Stark in the eye.
"I can say with very little doubt that if I had run, he would've killed me by using the N-star or a gun on me as I fled, and though I hate to say it, you're sadly mistaken if you think I want to die for you any more than I want to die for anyone else. I got the N-star. I also got in touch with a... relative of mine, who is a military-grade Mysticker and arms dealer. If he... if he survives, I told him to call me."
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 7:16 pm
Stark sneered. "Your blind luck saved you this time. It won't again. I won't have you risking yourself like that." He held up a hand to halt any thoughts of altruism. "Your body itself is a huge liability, as well as any Mystickers that they'd find if you were killed. You take stupid risks like that again, and I kill you myself. Clear?"
He radiated raw power. It was almost visible.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 7:48 pm
"Understood. Oh. I thought you should know, one of the men making the deal was a Blazer. I took him down and I'm fairly sure he won't be back, but I thought you should know."
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 7:51 pm
This caused Stark to pause.
"A Blazer? Odd. My intel didn't reveal this." He thought for a moment. "Regardless, you completed the mission, however messily. In light of the hole in the intel, I'd say you make up for losing the sticker."
He reached back into a pouch at his waist and withdrew a familiar skull. "Here," he said, flicking his wrist casually. He turned.
"Tonight at 9, you and Bitong are going to be training. Bring that with you."
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 7:57 pm
Anatoly snatched the sticker from the air and placed it on his right cheek again. Good to have you back, he thought. Odd how I treat you almost like an intelligent being.
"Thank you," Anatoly said, leaving for his room. He needed to think.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 10:43 pm
((I hate not having my own computer... anyways, becuase of this, I'm going to try to be on a little every night, and aa little every morning, just to keep up. Thanks joe for covering Bitong's escape thing, even if it was just saying he had gone.))
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 5:17 am
Anna let out a silent puff of air; cherades? She could remember when they played that game in kindergarten. Before Anna made a fool of herself Nathan spoke up. She turned her dark-red eyes to look at him and tilted her head at how confident he looked. Anna slowly signed to him and waited for his response; When does our training begin?
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