by Brnin8r » Sat Jan 02, 2010 11:44 pm
Greg laughed at Surge's sarcasm, "I couldn't imagine." he patted his cargo bag indicating the isolator before he pulled an electroneuron grenade and tossed it out one way into the hall and turned to spray down the other. "COME ON GIRLS!!! IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT!" he taunted. The grenade detonated, dropping the six girls down right while Greg's expert accuracy removed the other four from the game. "DAN! SURGE! The charges! Only three more walls!" Dan went about setting the next layer of charges while Greg moved his sights down the left and right turns down the hallway they had blown through.
Julian's waiting was rewarded by silence. Another explosion had gone off, but it wasn't the one...all he heard was sound, no dust. A few more moments and bright lights began to shine into the night and air raid sirens began to yell to the sky. From Julian's perspective, the outside doorways and fences were closing and being reinforced with sliding steel barriers.
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The moment Chris had waited for showed up as he felt a strong form leap into his back sending him to the ground. The force knocked the wind out of him as his mystery enemy held him. The footsteps had slowed to a crawl and the rustling of grass and bushes signaled the other hostiles had shown up.
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Mary Anne seemed shocked at the sudden reaction but was afterward silent for a long while, looking at Charlie's small frame, "So Chris...is still out there? But...Hierarch said you were him...said it would be over." her expression remained stoic as she mulled the possibilities, "She couldn't let the others know...you would have been killed." she whipsered as the realization hit, "It's a morale move." Mary Anne knelt in front of the small girl, "Ok...whoever you are. You need to listen to me. This rehabilitation was meant for Chris, I don't think you could make it through." she removed from her small purse two pills, "I was to give you these...they were to break your will. But I can't give them to someone who doesn't deserve it." she was still as she thought about all the complications that had arisen, a tear had slipped its way down her cheek, "You'll have to go through the rehabilitation...act like you'd imagine a girl would act and you'll get through it fine. Once through, I'll take care of you."
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