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Post by Sherman "Sherlock" Holmes on Dec 28, 2004 4:09:50 GMT -5
"Do not worry, Lady Blue, those villains will not go unpunished. I assure you that I will do everything in my power to locate them." Holmes said.
He began to focus on Simona and search through her thoughts, looking for Antero's address.
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Post by Anima on Dec 28, 2004 4:11:32 GMT -5
I have sworn my fealty to Lady Blue, it is my duty to protect her and to enforce her will. While I may disagree with the way she conducts some business, for the time being I serve her, and I shall do as she asks. For the sake of the residents of Amsterdam I strongly advise that you give us the coordinates, so as to prevent as much bloodshed as possible.
"How often has the excuse of mental insanity been used to defend someone? If he is able to engage in such a heinous action, he obviously has some cognitive facilities. And what of this Sasha? HE most certainly seems stable, yet he went along with it anyways."
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Post by Simona Weil on Dec 28, 2004 4:12:49 GMT -5
I mentally contact the Ministry of Psychology
I have two friends who are a threat to society, they are enemies of Red Infinity and I wish to turn them over to you. They need to be taken some place safe where their mental health issues can be addressed. Please take them at once. I can tell you where they are...
I turn to Sherman and Anima.
"You know that what I speak is true and just. Please do not disregard what I have said. Violence begets violence."
I consider their mental health.
"Would you blame a blind person for their inability to see, or a diabetic for their inability to produce insulin. Antero is sick. Sasha is as well. He suffers from a split personality disorder."
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Post by Anima on Dec 28, 2004 4:18:12 GMT -5
"You know this and willingly allow them to run free?" I ask.
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Post by Simona Weil on Dec 28, 2004 4:20:01 GMT -5
"We don't have any money or access to mental health care because we are rebels. The very reason that I am working for Sherman is to gain money for our cause. Unlike the FRA, we do not have money or resources."
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Post by Draconius Freud on Dec 28, 2004 4:22:44 GMT -5
I hear Simona's request and teleport to the area where Antero and Sasha are.
"Now then, where could they be?" I ask, adjusting my spectacles.
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Post by Lady Blue on Dec 28, 2004 4:23:01 GMT -5
"Then you and all of you get f**king jobs and do what you'fe f**king told to do! They're guilty by action, you and everyone else in the house is guilty by association! You know what, f**k this. This is your last chance, would you rather have two lives on your conscience or two million?" Before she can answer I turn to the gunner. "Unload #8 and reload with nuclear."
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Post by Sherman "Sherlock" Holmes on Dec 28, 2004 4:24:10 GMT -5
Sherman handed Lady Blue a slip of paper with Antero's address on it.
"I will save her the trouble." he said.
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Post by Draconius Freud on Dec 28, 2004 4:25:51 GMT -5
((I'm in the anarchist house, not on the ship))
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Post by Simona Weil on Dec 28, 2004 4:26:42 GMT -5
"They are on your concience, not my own. Sasha does have a job as a weapons dealer. It is hard to make money when Red Infinity controls the world, but you know that. I have to go. I see that my words mean nothing to you."
I teleport to Amsterdam and contact Draconius.
Come right away. The FRA is after them as well. I would rahter turn them over to you where at least they will get help. This is where we live...
I mentally give him the coordinates of our home. I then walk to our house.
"Sasha....Antero...."
I say looking at them coldly.
"You are both....going away for a while..... I had to..."
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Post by Lady Blue on Dec 28, 2004 4:27:05 GMT -5
I read the slip of paper and smile. "Excellent. Mr. Thompson, belay the order concerning number 8 and target these coordinates..." I hand him the slip of paper, and the gun barrels begin to make a series of minute adjustments.
When they have finished I pause, and reflect... "Mr. Thompson, clear your guns." The ship is briefly enveloped in a wall of fire, and a deafening roar fills the air for miles around. The massive projectiles, weighing over a ton apiece, fly into the sky making a sound like a great sheet being torn in half...
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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on Dec 28, 2004 4:28:21 GMT -5
"What's going on Simona?"
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Post by Draconius Freud on Dec 28, 2004 4:29:33 GMT -5
I see Simona appear and run up to her.
"Ah, there you are. So, are these the two patients then?"
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Post by Simona Weil on Dec 28, 2004 4:30:13 GMT -5
"The Ministry of Psychology is going to take care of things now."
I say a little prayer.
"Yes, these are the two I told you about. I hope you can help them."
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Post by Lady Blue on Dec 28, 2004 4:31:17 GMT -5
I watch the radar as the projectiles rapidly close in on the target. Twenty miles, fifteen, ten... "Mr. Thompson, reload and retarget. You may fire at will..."
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