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 Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 3:51 pm
That was it, he had done...absolutely nothing. Narrowing his eyes, Gabriel quickly ascended the stairs, leading out of the area towards the industrial region. He had to hurry if he was even going to get out of the city.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 3:51 pm
Gizmo had followed his teammate, and was now in the hole above him, when he was shocked to see a man threatening his friend. He drew the Desert Beagle, aimed at the back of his enemy's head, and in an action he was sure to hate himself for, fired a three-round spread at his back, without saying a word.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 3:55 pm
((Okay, this is bullshit... How the hell am I suposed to escape when I have 3-4 people shooting at me? ugh...))
Kane dropped down to his left knee again, the pain was begining to become too much. A bolt loaded into his crossbow and Kane quickly channeled his energy into it. "One-thousand and four against one... Not fair in my book..." Kane muttered and fired the shot straight into the ground. The energy would release and create a dark shadow around the entire tunnel.
Kane, bleeding heavily, stumbled off through the darkness and grabbed ahold of Lenne's arm. He brought her with him as he stumbled and limped his way back through the tunnel and up the stairwell.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 3:55 pm
As people left, the train lifting off into the air, they would see the beginnings of a hole, beneath where the train was. Maybe the robots knew/believed the missiles were coming, and were trying to build a bunker against it. Either way, they were dead now, so it hardly mattered.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 3:56 pm
"... Oh, we got it?" Peter asked, looking over his shoulder as he thrust his weapon downward. He glanced toward Wen Li and called after him.
"WRAP THESE AROUND IT!" As he spoke he leapt away from the Kane, throwing a stack of papers of Wen that surprisingly not only stayed together but flew true.
That done he started after his comrades, throwing up a wall of forms behind him, all blocking entry unless signed in triplicat or unless the passer was a member of Weinberg and Associates.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 2:15 am
The rubble shifted. The tunnel had collapsed, under the pounding of the missiles. The trains were scrap, the buildings flatened. But in what was once the subway, something moved.
The ground, the rubble, the scrap, it was shifting, being pushed aside. Slowly, a black metalic shadow was seen, pushing away the last of the rocks between it, and freedom.
Tactical Strike has been completed.
Chance of further Military Action here: 0.01%
Objective....
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Regroup, resupply, secure.
The hand reached out, clutching at the surface. It pulled and tugged, the robotic parts straining to get its bulk out from the hellish rubble.
Then it was free. Standing tall over the obliterated wasteland that was Carter City. Its cold eyes scanned the ground. No signs of life. Nothing other than a few dying fires, and radiation.
The robot's arms and legs stretched, and it started marching...
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