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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on May 29, 2014 20:04:49 GMT
"A friend" Malcolm said, demorphing. "Hurry up and get into the bar!"
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 29, 2014 20:08:34 GMT
The kid was hesitant at first, but eventually nodded before rushing inside. "How sweet," said a voice from above, "Sickeningly so.." A caped figure stood atop Allaway's bar.  "A pleasure to see you again, Chief Daniels," chuckled Agent Abrella, "It's been far too long.." |
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on May 29, 2014 20:51:45 GMT
Malcolm sighed, pulling his suit back up. "So this is where you ended up? This does feel like your kind of place; death, destruction, misery..."
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 29, 2014 20:54:16 GMT
"Music to my ears," Abrella chuckled, "But that's not why i'm here. Today i'm just checking up on my favorite time cop who has already revealed himself in no time flat. That must be a new record. You could have just pushed him out of the way and died heroically you know? You always seemed like the type who would carelessly sacrifice himself for others."
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on May 30, 2014 11:54:22 GMT
Malcolm lifted his gun and aimed it Abrella, not ready to mince words. "Where is my team you giant bat?"
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 30, 2014 17:30:22 GMT
"A bat, huh? I have nothing in common with your winged mammals. I don't sleep upside down or even the slightest bit nocturnal," he chuckled to himself, "As for your team.. let's just say.. they don't have much time left.."
"Mister?" a voice came from the slowly opening door to the bar, "Are you coming in or did you forget about the Germans and their bombs?"
"Oh?" Abrella titled his head before in one graceful motion, landed onto the ground, pulled the boy out, and held him by his throat, "A friend of yous?"
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on May 30, 2014 18:53:42 GMT
Malcolm whipped out his sword, holding it out. "If you injure the boy in any way I'll be dragging you back to the future in a ziploc bag."
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 30, 2014 19:02:55 GMT
"You know plastic was outlawed back in the 24th century," Abrella shook his head, "Don't tell me the highly respected Chief of the Time Preservation Department likes to buy ziploc baggies off the black market! How scandalous!"
He laughed, his grip on the boy's throat growing noticeably tighter.
"Who cares if one little boy dies tonight? Have you seen the state of this sorry city? He could die tomorrow or the next. Dying by my hand won't nearly be as messy as being blown to tiny chunks."
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on May 31, 2014 15:52:55 GMT
I can think of something messier. No, he couldn't kill him. He was a cop not a murderer, he had to arrest him. "Put him down."
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 1, 2014 1:28:06 GMT
If Abrella could grin, it was probably wider than the Cheshire cat's at this point.
"And if I refuse?"
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on Jun 1, 2014 2:50:40 GMT
"You already know the answer to that question." Malcolm fired on his wrist, hoping to get him to let go.
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 1, 2014 2:55:31 GMT
Abrella merely raised his empty palm and deflected the blast as easily as if he was swatting away a fly.
"Kukuku, don't get too full of yourself now that you have that fancy battle suit."
"Mis..ter.." chocked out the boy, "Ru..n.."
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on Jun 1, 2014 3:01:47 GMT
"Not without you" Malcolm said, raising his sword and attempt to slash at Abarella's core.
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 1, 2014 3:06:13 GMT
Abrella vanished in front of Malcolm's eyes, kid's throat still in hand, before reappearing behind Malcolm.
He shook his head, or at least the glass containing his head, "Far too slow."
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on Jun 1, 2014 3:14:40 GMT
"Malcolm swung his sword around, trying to take out Abarella.
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