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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Dec 7, 2011 22:33:10 GMT -5
*I follow the sounds of the screams and his chatter with the annoying robot. I turn behind the bookshelves and see a bloody man laying on a table. Hank is standing there, waving his hands and talking to a robotic sphere suspended from the ceiling. Hank himself is tall and is wearing a lab coat. Typical scientist here at BLI but what sets him apart is his monocle and his black hair with striking white sides. Then you hear him talk...* Hello Hank. Nice to see you again. It had been awhile.
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Post by Hank Manson on Dec 7, 2011 22:39:29 GMT -5
Has it? *I check my calendar* It's only been... 3 months. Oh, that's quite a while. What is it you need again? Is your sister sick or something?
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 7, 2011 22:44:51 GMT -5
*I don't pay attention to the conversation, but step slightly to the side, looking at the setup in the room. I have no idea what he's doing to the man on the table.* You should sedate him. It would make your operations easier.
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Post by Hank Manson on Dec 7, 2011 22:49:20 GMT -5
Sedate...? What does that... oh! *I take LaCY in one hand and throw her into the patient's head. She buzzes and begins yelling at me.* Umm... he should be quiet now. I think... Yea. So... your sister, right? *I rummage through my desk and pull out a vial of blue liquid* Here, inject her with this and let me know what happens. Then we can work on a cure... now... she might explode... just a little bit.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Dec 7, 2011 22:53:30 GMT -5
*I sigh and rub the bridge of my nose, completely exasperated. I wave the vial off and place both hands on the table, leaning across the body and say sternly.* Hank. Focus. Now. I do not have a sister and if I did she would not be sick. The city has been under attack and we have had massive casualties. We need a weapon that will kill a large amount of people with in a small concentrated area. They lay just outside the city and I do not want to lose more civilians or agents. Do you understand?
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 7, 2011 22:54:20 GMT -5
*I raise an eyebrow, unimpressed by Hank's technique. Whatever tests he's attempting to run will surely be interfered with by such careless manipulation. I'm starting to wonder why Orwell's coming to him for help, when he's so obviously insane.*
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Post by Hank Manson on Dec 7, 2011 22:55:19 GMT -5
Where's the fun in that? *I sigh* but alright, i go the thing for you. *After more rummaging i bring out a series of green vials* Here, attach these to some bombs or something and toss 'em at whatever you want to kill. It was supposed to be a new painkiller for BLI... but it did a lot more of the second part of the word... well... no it did a lot of the first part too...
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Dec 7, 2011 23:00:03 GMT -5
*He is rambling again but I am already grabbing the vials out of his hand and walking away.* Thank you Hank! It was a pleasure seeing you again. *I scowl and wave my hand in the air so he can see it from behind. I quickly walk back to the elevator before he can follow or irritate me further. As soon as Max steps in we go to join the others.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 7, 2011 23:01:00 GMT -5
Why is he allowed test subjects? *I ask as the elevator rises, leaning against the wall.* His studies don't appear to have much use.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Dec 7, 2011 23:05:05 GMT -5
*I frown and look up at the ceiling, trying to regain my sanity.* Because he is a genius and we need him. If he is not busy then he probably would have destroyed something extremely important by now. By having him on our force we have great new technology in a week where as it would take us years to complete it ourselves. If a few 'patients' are to be lost for us to keep him around it is well worth it.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Dec 7, 2011 23:08:05 GMT -5
*I don't reply. It makes sense, I suppose. When the doors open I follow Orwell back down the hall and outside to the helicopters, the wind from the blades blowing my jacket back*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Dec 7, 2011 23:55:45 GMT -5
*I decide to radio Orwell, it's been a while* Orwell, any luck getting something to help us out. Their within range now. We don't have much time. *another few bullets whizz by* I'm gonna have to start shooting soon.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Dec 8, 2011 8:15:13 GMT -5
*rb* Yeah, yeah, I hear you Aftermath. We have something. On our way up now. *As soon as the lift door slides open I walk out. I see Aftermath standing near the edge of the building and walk over to him, grabbing my binoculars. I ignore the bullets that come dangerously close to hitting us and instead look at the Vipers. They should be far enough away that the city will not be harmed. Should be. I pull out a vial to show Aftermath.* Here is our weapon.
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Blackout
Crash Queen
You're not afraid of the dark, are ya?
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Post by Blackout on Dec 8, 2011 19:31:34 GMT -5
~wonder what's in that vial~
~you've never seen anything like it before?~
~not that I remember, but just looking at it, I don't think I'd want to mess with whatever it is. As for the man they were talking about, I think I remember hearing his name a few times but not much of anything else about him~
~thanks for the info, now go back to your little corner in my head and stay there~
~aw c'mon, you gotta let me come out and have some fun every now and then! Then again, I could just force my out myself~
~keep dreaming. Now shut up~
*i look at the lines of advancing vipers and I grimace. It does not look like it will turn out well unless whatever is in that vial does something*
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Bullet Ringer
Ritalin Rat
Everything is different, but yet, so little has changed
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Post by Bullet Ringer on Dec 8, 2011 19:52:18 GMT -5
*I look at the "weapon" with confusion on my face.* What do we do with that? shoot it at them, trow it? *The vipers are getting closer and there's more bullets being fired towards us and the city* They're getting closer.
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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