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Post by Doc on Mar 24, 2005 3:29:54 GMT -5
(((Hey! how come i say I'm trained by SAS and suddenly Jessy's a secret agent? What happened there?)))
"Um, hm, ah...that'll do," I through a grenade launcher and a sawn off 12 gauge shotgun int my growing pile.
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Post by Jessy on Mar 24, 2005 3:34:06 GMT -5
(((I'd been planning to make her a top security agent, before your SAS thing, but that sounds better ;D)))
"Hello baby," I murmured, turning the ignition. She purred beautifully. I grinned. I loved this job.
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Post by Doc on Mar 24, 2005 3:37:12 GMT -5
The sound of a twin turbo, American version of a Monarro floated to my ears.
"Okay, where the hell did she find the keys for that?" I was seriously reconsidering letting her drive.
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Post by Jessy on Mar 24, 2005 3:39:55 GMT -5
"Coming?" I asked lightly, aware of the huge power stored in the car. The Doc guy seemed taken aback. "What?"
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Post by Doc on Mar 24, 2005 3:40:46 GMT -5
"Where did you get that car?" I asked as we started stowing gear. I'd grabbed a lot of fire power.
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Post by Jessy on Mar 24, 2005 3:44:13 GMT -5
"That's for me to know and for you to never find out. Its highly classified. Are you sure you don't want to drive?" I hung the keys tantillizingly out of reach.
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Post by Doc on Mar 24, 2005 3:46:37 GMT -5
"Classified, huh?" I said, shaking my head. "You drive, 'Cody Banks'. I'll shoot."
(((Gotta go. Bye.)))
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Post by Jessy on Mar 24, 2005 3:51:07 GMT -5
"It's Jackson. Lets go." I revved the car, smiling. "I love this car."
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Post by Doc on Mar 24, 2005 5:19:07 GMT -5
"You're sixteen with a cool car," I said. "You're lucky i didn't call you Bond."
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Nicki
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Post by Nicki on Mar 24, 2005 9:34:32 GMT -5
((Right, being unused in the other thread means I have more attention on the ultimate Resident Evil coolness of this one... So I plan on being the Rain character of the piece *nods*))
This was getting f**king weird.
So far, my "zombie" count was up to seventeen and with each one I was getting more and more creeped out. Where the hell had they come from? It was as if one moment I was enjoying my drink and then next I'm bringing my glass down on some woman's neck while she tries to bite my head off.
I hadn't seen another live person yet. Maybe I was fully alone, but how could that even be? It was an impossibility. And yet here I was, wandering the streets of L.A. by myself with only a pool cue I'd stolen from the bar for comfort.
Sometimes I really hated living here.
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Post by Jessy on Mar 24, 2005 10:55:21 GMT -5
"Now, there you would be less far off," I said, grinning. I spotted something purple heading down the street.
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Post by Rogue on Mar 24, 2005 11:54:13 GMT -5
((It'll be interesting to see what you do Nicki.))
I sat in back with Amy shaking my head. These people were trained and one of them was about the same age as Amy.
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Post by Jessy on Mar 24, 2005 14:04:43 GMT -5
"So, if you don't mind me asking Ma'am, where'd you get the sword?" I asked, turning on my recorder.
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Post by Rogue on Mar 24, 2005 15:34:06 GMT -5
"A pawn shop next to the camping store me and my neice were shopiing at, and my name is not mam, it's Annie, but I prefer to be called Rogue," I said looking at the girl. "Are you going to tell us your first name or would you like to be called Jackson?"
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Post by Doc on Mar 24, 2005 22:23:12 GMT -5
"Action Jackson," I muttered as the flash of purple came closer, becoming a purple haird shape. "Slow us down. She might be alive."
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