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 Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 9:08 pm
A man in a black suit and sunglasses floated from the south.
"The master requests you give your allies backup at the warehouse. He wants all of the intruders dead!"
With that, the man vanished into thin air.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 9:09 pm
As the woman collapsed beside him, Gabriel rolled over and pushed himself to a standing position, stumbling slightly as he attempted to gain his balance, coughing in a fit to restore some semblance of oxygen in his smoke-filled lungs. His face was now streaked with soot. Unable to see anything through the lenses of his sunglasses, he removed the objects from his face and tossed them to the side. Around his eyes there was a neat little ring of untouched flesh.
"Well...that was fun."
Gabe bent over, attempting to catch his breath in the middle of the airstrip.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 9:16 pm
"This will be easier then swatting a fly."
The nozzle of Rozet's flamethrower surged just a bit brighter as he took aim towards Gabe. He would never get to fire though. A few seconds before he pulled the trigger a huge hand landed on his shoulder. Rozet barely managed to avoid screaming in terror before recognizing the monster of an appendage, covered in golden fur, as Jenstahs.
"Leave him. We are to pull back and cut down the survivors." Rozet seemed eager to argue. Suprizing, since Jenstah's gutteral growl would strike fear into most. There was to be no arguement though. Instead Rozet turned and started off towards the central warehouse, where their employer was.
A quick two sniffs of air in his nostrils later, Jenstah turned to follow the techie-teen off into the base. He had already alerted the rest of the team.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 9:20 pm
There was, for the most part, a giant explosion that reveberated to the corners of the airfield from the warehouse just west of Gabriel's current position. He had just never really noticed the previous explosions due to the fact he was either causing his own or attempting to escape certain death. Either way, the sight of several soldiers darting off towards the center of the airfield was intriguing to him.
"Maybe I should..."
No, he'd had enough excitement for the day.
Exhausted, Gabe fell on his back on the asphalt, staring up at the sky, his chest heaving up and down as black spots dotted the corners of his vision.
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