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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 8, 2004 19:48:21 GMT -5
Bassarov leans up against the wall of the broken down apartment. He holds his stomach and pops a few of Lightmer's pills. Those always make him feel better.
"Same here. He's going to find us. We need a safer location."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 8, 2004 19:51:06 GMT -5
"I don't know many locations around here. We could go to my hotel room. You don't look like your calm self. You look more edgy... are you alright?" I want to grab him and pull him toward myself, to kiss him deeply and passionately. He came for me... to save me. After all that I did to him.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 8, 2004 19:54:44 GMT -5
"I'm fine. We could go back there, more people may mean more cassualties. He won't attack if humans could get injurred. At least from what I can gauge about him."
Bassarov holds Kaieka's hand and pulls her from the dark run down apartment.
They scury through the street, trying to remain unseen.
"Where is your hotel?"
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 8, 2004 19:56:07 GMT -5
"About eight blocks away. That way." I say as I point. We continue to run.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 8, 2004 20:02:18 GMT -5
Bassarov and KAieka make it to the hotel, and are relieved to see a crowded lobby.
"He might avoid us if we stay down here, but if we go to your room, we'll be alone again, and in danger."
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 8, 2004 20:05:44 GMT -5
Peter rolls with the blast, rolling to a stop and shaking dust from his cloths. He hulsters his weapons and sprints after the pair.
"Target Kaieka has feld with assistance from Protectorit Bassarov. Overriding Protectorit status for Bassarov, redirecting as Gamma Target, Threat Matrix 9."
Peter leaps into the apartment building. He pauses and touches his glasses. A steady faint hum begins as active scans pulse from his personal scanner. The waves were less powerful then the burst scans so the range was smaller but the targets would not be aware of tracking.
"Targets locked on. Tagged and tracking."
Peter lepas out of a window, dropping twenty feet to the ground. He slams down and rises running, his feet pounding on the cement.
Gamma target: eliminate on ability. Beta target: kill on sight, attempt to avoid side kills.
Peter rules out the Havok, too many civilians would get ashed. Reaching behind him he pulls out a single handgun. The weapon is huge, a custom .50 calibur magnum.
"Tracking."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 8, 2004 20:05:49 GMT -5
"Alright." I sit on one of the chairs in the lobby. People bustle about. I am so confused right now. I am both happy to see Bassarov, and upset by the circumstances surrounding his appearance. He hasn't really said anything to me about what happened... or about anything for that matter. Maybe his coming here does not mean what I thought it did. I watch as he pops another pill into his mouth.
"Are you sick?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 8, 2004 20:11:40 GMT -5
"These pills....Dr. Lightmer Whitmer gave them to me to deal with some flashbacks. They work very well, I hardly feel a thing, physically or emotionally." Bassarov slumps down on the lobby sofa.
The lobby is busy with people.
"We can't hide out forever. WE might just have to fight him. I dislike fighting, and it seems that he might be quite good at it. This makes me even less interested in fighting him. But when I came here...I knew that it would come to this..."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 8, 2004 20:12:55 GMT -5
I look down at the floor. "I didn't expect to ever see you again."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 8, 2004 20:15:34 GMT -5
"I thought the same. But I wasn't about to let him come here and kill you..at least not without killing me first. Hmm... I suppose if he attacks and it proves too much, I do have some powers that I never use. They are ancient and evil...another reason why I hate fighting."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 8, 2004 20:18:05 GMT -5
"Well, I certainly are glad that you are here. Maybe with both of us, he will have a hard time completing his job. I wonder why he wants me dead."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 8, 2004 20:22:07 GMT -5
"Yeah, this is new. Must guys are just trying to sleep with you." Bassarov says as he leans back into the chair. He looks at the cieling.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 8, 2004 20:22:10 GMT -5
"Survive and I'll tell you."
Peter stands ten feet away, the .50 calibur leveled. He fires a shot into the air with his other hand and people scream, rushing for the lobby doors, their rooms, everywhere.
Peter sights the .50 cal on Kaieka and pulls the trigger.
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Post by Patrick on Jan 8, 2004 20:25:14 GMT -5
Patrick woke up in the middle of the night and looked around. He felt like a pet, sleeping on the floor, but it was where he prefered to sleep. He got up sliently and pulled a blanket over Janele, who had fallen asleep on the couch. He then walked over to the door and stepped out.
The night's air assualted him instantly. Everything was dead silent except for the ocassional car driving by. Being so late and ill lit, Patrick decided to leave his hat behind. Sitting on the poarch, Patrick staredn\ into the night sky.
He had been out there for about an hour when he noticed a small band of men walking down the sidewalk, apparently drunk. They stopped in front of him right as a streetlight turned on, illuminating Patrick. "Hey Mic," one of the men said, "look at the freak." They all laughed and one stepped foward to Patrick. "So, what, are you some kind of pet?" one of them asked. Patrick shook his head and ignored their drunken snickers. The man closest reached foward to grab his ears and Patrick it it away. Instanty, the other man drew a gun and proceeded to fire at Patrick. His aim was poor, but Patrick was caught offguard and he was shot in the inner shoulder.
Cluching his wound for a moment, Patrick leapt foward and kicked the man with the gun. The other men then attempted to jump onto him. He fought them off and left them unconcious on the ground. He looked down at them and said, "Go sleep it off." Walking back inside, he collasped on the floor of the entryway. Somthing was different about this bullet, something made it hurt much more than any wound Patrick had reciever. He quickly dug his hand in and got it out, but whatever chemical that was on it remained in him.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 8, 2004 20:25:26 GMT -5
"Leave her alone, Psychopath!" Bassarov collects more dark energy, hurls it at him, blowing up a good portion of the lobby.
By now the lobby is cleared of people.
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