by Brnin8r » Thu Oct 09, 2008 12:25 am
The boys get away from the depot as the bus is finally crushed under the gate.
Silva is left behind. As he lays unconcious, the girls surround him, "Too fast for them to think about him huh?" "No...he was wounded...badly. If they had tried to move him they might have killed him quicker." "What should we do with him?" "The same thing we do with all of them...but we can't tell the higher-ups. We'll train this one differently. Come with me, I need to tell you something." the girls leave for the most part, leaving two to pick Silva's dying form to the sick bay.
Julian's chasers get into view soon enough, riding their sleek bikes toward his position to overcome him.
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((What are you, Neo?))
The boys who's bullets firing at her don't hit her, and every now and again she feels her limbs urged a quick centimeter to the left or right as a bullet misses once more. The boys went down left and right, yelling in pain, innoculating themselves, and getting right back into the game shooting at Alana and the rest of her unit (who were also dropping like flies).
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