by Brnin8r » Fri Jun 17, 2011 10:59 am
(Sorry about posting so late! Avoiding lawsuits is fun!)
The trip from the main building to the artillery battery took about ten minutes of solid jogging until Damian finally made it to the artillery battery. It was a 'newly' constructed building in that it was under construction when the disappearance happened. As such, it was just a skeleton of girders and I-beams. The occasional floor that was completed was equipped with mortars for lobbing at 45 degree angles. At the highest floor though, the girls had maybe ten of the things constantly launching containers of Femme X gas into the city. There were four guards standing at the base who, as Damian approached, raised their hands in a girl scout salute, "What's your name and business, cutie?" one of the more lax guards asked.
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"More like 'Uh-leese'," the girl pronounced as Alex searched her and double-checked the cuffs, catching a dandy sight of Alyse's prominent, perky bosom while he was at it, "But whatever." she shrugged, not caring one way or another. "So where are we going now that the girl's have broken your line again?" she asked with an insulting smirk to the girly boy. "I imagine your general's ordered an 'Advance to the rear' tactic." Her perfume was intoxicating so close, a bright strawberry smell to it and her hair was so soft. Even the air around her felt feminine as she crossed one leg over the other awaiting her escort to do something.
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Soon enough, the girl's horde does indeed appear. Even with the knowledge of his superior firepower, the sight was fearsome. The horde, nearly unmolested by the boy's defense, was marching forward nearly twenty wide and with the new reinforcements about twelve girls deep...like a parade of pink. The girl's had already begun to fire their darts at the tank, which took each one stoically with a metallic *ping* off of the hull. The boy's guns began firing full-tilt, though most of their shots were being stopped by the SWAT shields held at the front.
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(Nope...the typo was actually 'off' instead of 'of'. Get off your rag.)
The doctor shrugged, "Don't worry about it." though at Jaina's question of what was on the agenda she arched an eyebrow, having mentioned it not too long ago, "Your physical." she said, ushering Jaina out the door to the medical wing.
***
(All is well)
Gus rolled his eyes, "You know this whole being soft thing of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble someday." the boy warned as he set about doing as Micheal said. The others all looked too groggy to say anything, though after a while John and Grayson walked up while the others were packing up to retreat, "Where are we going to go, Micheal? This was 'the last place' we were going." quoting one of the older boys. There weren't many places to go now...the further North they could go, the closer to boys territory...and now with the girls pushing from the South and West...East seemed like the only way to go, but...there was nothing out there. Just empty civilization.
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Weaver looked up with a degree of frustration. For a moment a flicker of suspicion crossed his eyes and it seemed like he knew Crow's identity. If he did, he didn't show it but smirked "Well you'll be leaving just as fast. We're retreating once again to the North. So don't be worried about a uniform just stick close to the company if you intend to make it out of here with your pair." Most equipment was set down for the retreat, though the general had at his side a very interesting looking gun. Something Crow had never heard rumor of. On the table were a few schematics of inventions surrounding the giant map that had several small miniatures to represent each battalion.
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The boy instantly believed Julie. It was clear in his eyes, "B-but...I don't know anything." he started to stammer until the girl asked him the question, "I-it's near the eastern side, but those vehicles are used for transports like wounded. What do you want with already wounded boys?" he asked frantically. He was a younger boy, it was impressive he'd gotten to be in such a small splinter group of boys. His shaggy brown hair flicked this way and that as he looked around the room as if it might make things go away.
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Walt's flinching was allowed...this time. Though the veteran boy could tell that if she'd wanted to his head wouldn't be moving at all. "With as many numbers as we have, Walt. Do you honestly think we'd lose even if your boys figure out how to pull this off? Zeta is a last resort, to be sure. Your mind could be used...but if your mind won't be turned, we always need more bodies." she said with a smile as she quickly ripped the boy's facial hair off!
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The driver drives! Burning rubber on the road as the transport picks up speed and leaves the remaining transports behind, even as they load them up to follow. The transport blew past what looked to be...a tank? Massive and clunky, the amount of guns on the thing was almost obscene. How anyone could have had the time to make it was beyond Sean as they rumbled down. In the rearview the other retreating transports had also passed, leaving the tank by itself to take on the masses.
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