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| HippieSmasher | 4 Aug 2009, 08:46 PM |
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Sanguine Praetor, master of the Guilds
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James breathed deeply, and walked calmly towards his pistol. He picked it up, and dusted it off, sticking it back in his jacket, and walking back over to the boxes. 'The thing isn't human, that's clear... but it isn't a zed-head, and it's not trying to kill me.' He pondered, hunched over on top of the boxes. He pulled out a flask of the Minol, and filled one of the strengthened glass test tubes with it. Screwing on the cork solidly, he rolled it down the hall, and it came to a halt against a door in the vicinity of the child. He picked the rifle up from his bag, and aimed carefully. Squeezing the trigger, he watched closely for movement as the small flame burst out. "You still there, kid?" He gently laid down his rifle beside the boxes, and stood upright. He knew that the small amount of explosive in the tube would not have a killing radius of even a metre, and the glass shrapnel would probably not hurt her- he wasn't trying to do that. He simply wanted to frighten her off, or scare her into staying put. His hand went to his pant's pocket, and he withdrew his combat knife. His other hand withdrew grasping tightly a small ball, filled with a grey shiny powder. He stood stark still, and listened intently, for the return of the creature. |
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Hippies make me angry.... and you wouldn't like me when I'm angry. Razak's finest, reporting for duty. | |
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11:46 PM Nov 28