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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 1, 2014 3:20:02 GMT
Only for Abrella to catch the blade with his free hand.
"You're only going to tire yourself out. You have no chance of beating me," Abrella taunted, "After that explosion, I've been supercharged. Best thing to happen to me really."
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on Jun 1, 2014 3:33:21 GMT
"The boys death doesn't help you in anyway; Hell it helps me convicts my team that you need to be executed on the spot. So I ask you. Put. Him. Down."
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 1, 2014 3:52:08 GMT
"As. You. Wish." He spins around, tossing the boy into Malcolm, "Don't say I never did you any favors."
He turned and began to walk.
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on Jun 1, 2014 3:56:29 GMT
Malcolm caught the boy in his arms, demorphing in a flash as he did so. He was tempted to chase Anatolia, but he new he couldn't take him down alone. He turned to the child know his arms. "Kid, are you alright?"
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 1, 2014 4:00:46 GMT
"I think so," the boy coughed. He looked up at Malcolm only for his eyes to widen, "MISTER! LOOK OUT!"
A bomb dropped down on them as the German's began their withdraw as the sun began to rise..
..Only for a blast to hit it and cause it to explode several yards above their heads.
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on Jun 1, 2014 15:12:58 GMT
James stared in confusion before deciding not to risk it. He rushed the kid into the bar/bomb shelter, as he stood halfway door to try and figure out what happened.
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 1, 2014 17:35:49 GMT
A figure draped in a flowing black cloak stood before him.
A red haired woman stood behind Malcolm and looked as if she was screaming at him, but any sounds she made could not be heard through the dropping of the bombs.
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on Jun 1, 2014 20:21:26 GMT
"Who are you?" Malcolm said, handing the kid off. "I'm not in the best mood."
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 2, 2014 3:51:32 GMT
The figure said nothing, he merely tossed something over to Malcolm.
It was a map of Scotland with the Loch Ness circled with red marker.
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on Jun 2, 2014 12:11:48 GMT
Malcolm caught it, unrolling it and examing it for a moment. He pocketed the map, nodding; he had no idea who the figure was but he didn't have many ideas.
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 2, 2014 17:11:00 GMT
When Malcolm looked up again, the figure was gone and the bombs had finally stopped, though fires continued to rage all around his line of sight.
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Post by Chief Malcolm Daniels on Jun 2, 2014 18:12:35 GMT
Malcolm set out to find his way to the Loch. He secured a car and set out for the Highlands.
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