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 Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 2:01 pm
De Marco, pulling out his Law-72 anti-tank rocket luancher, with packed around bullet, for an extra punch, fired it, it flying at his enemies...
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 7:42 am
As he crossed the double doors, Kuteji found himself in the open field, with a helicopter in the air. "Aw crap..." The dealer was headed fo a rope dangling from the copter. Knowing the risks, he continued to give chase.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:05 am
As the shot flew, hit, and exploded, it knocked the wall off of the building, sending glass and wood spewing about, and little flamable insaltion into burning pieces. As a part of the roof flew off and land on another, the force so great of the fall is pierced a hole in another part of the roof, sent a small cloud of red out the hole in the wall. A small piece of a suit, and of clothing, drifted down to the ground, some-how managing through the blast. And this was C-4. The explosion was instant, creating a force so powerful, that the people he tried to hit were disentergrated. He had missed them, by less than marginal, and knew that he accidently screwed up (he loaded it too fast, and fired it) but ended up taking out the whole wall anyway. The explosion, so large, evne left a crater in the ground, it looked as though a metoer hit, and perhaps it did.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 10:43 am
Kuteji looked back at the explosion with dismay."What the!?... DeMarco? Dammit!" He rushed back to the burning building, hoping to find DeMarco still breathing.
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