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 Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 5:45 pm
Marten rolled his eyes. Well no s**t, he thought, but he didn't say anything out loud. He rather valued his current facial arrangement.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:03 pm
They heard a June bug around them. Odd. It was November, there shouldn't be June bugs...
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:07 pm
Michael started looking around to try to determine where the noise was coming from. Was there something he hadn't seen?
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:09 pm
The somewhat paranoid Marten looked around. "What the hell...?" he murmured. His hand clenched into a fist and he willed the pistol back into being.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:22 pm
The noise began to build up louder, sounding less like wings buzzing than like a chainsaw raping a hacksaw.
Marten determined it seemed to be coming from a bit above and around a corner.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:24 pm
"This is not a good thing," he said slowly. "Whatever this is, I don't think we want to be near it." He cringed as the noise got louder.
He backed slowly towards the mouth of the alley, facing the sound and raising his gun.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:26 pm
Another source of the buzzing came from behind. And to each side. And, well, the noise pretty much filled all of the air.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:28 pm
His gun dropped. "Oh damn it." This was not going to end well. He could tell.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:39 pm
The gun disappeared as it hit the ground.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:43 pm
((I meant dropped as in lowered, but OK.))
Marten reformed the gun. "What are we going to do?" he asked.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:46 pm
A creature Jacobo had seen before appeared around the corner. A wasp-like creature the size of a large dog, with eight enormous fangs and a set of moth wings on its top, with the gossamer wasp wings below, hovered towards him, a wicked-looking stinger pointed at him. It had two claws and four enormous slitted eyes, all on stocks hanging from its head, pointed at them. A cursory glance showed the same creatures to be approached from every direction. There were at least a dozen visible already.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:51 pm
In panic, Marten raised his gun and fired at the ones between them and the street.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:54 pm
Marten's panicked firing went wide; one was hit and its torso exploded. The remnants of it fell in the street. The rest of his shots missed. He had fired about twenty rounds when he realized his gun wasn't running out of ammo.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:58 pm
Michael formed a handgun and started firing at whatever was near with calm, considered shots. After perhaps ten he was used to the lack of recoil; after fifteen he'd determined the sights were dead on. He kept firing, shooting at everything that looked unfriendly, while clenching his teeth down on the cigarette.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:58 pm
Marten looked at the gun. "It doesn't have ammo!" he said. He took more careful aim and began to fire more accurately.
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