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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 26, 2014 19:43:53 GMT
"Oh? And how will thinking and strategy reunite you with your comrades?" said Abrella, "Will the power of imagination and positive thinking somehow allow you to travel through time?"
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Post by Zeke Anderson on Jun 26, 2014 19:44:54 GMT
"No, but it might help me to take you down while we're both standing here."
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 26, 2014 19:48:12 GMT
"Good luck," Abrella chucked, "Your friends have already tried - and failed. One of them has even lost his life.."
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Post by Zeke Anderson on Jun 26, 2014 19:50:19 GMT
"We knew what we signed up for," Zeke told him. He leapt forward at the highest rate of speed his implants could give him, ready to punch the domed head of the man before him.
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 26, 2014 19:53:09 GMT
Abrella, moving at a much faster speed, whipped around, grabbed the man on the gurney by throat, and held him out like a shield in front of him to intercept Zeke's punch.
"Thank you for your service," he said to the man in his clutches.
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Post by Zeke Anderson on Jun 26, 2014 19:53:56 GMT
Zeke couldn't stop himself and struck the man.
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 26, 2014 19:56:12 GMT
"Look at you, harming an innocent," Abrella shook his dome in disgust, "What would your superiors think, hmm? This man could be a pivotal part of the revolution and you could be drastically altering history just by striking him."
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Post by Zeke Anderson on Jun 26, 2014 19:57:19 GMT
"Sometimes we have to do things like that," he said, "And then we hope."
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 26, 2014 19:59:58 GMT
"Then allow me to be the one to crush that hope," he said tightening his grip on the man's throat.
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Post by Zeke Anderson on Jun 26, 2014 20:02:00 GMT
Zeke turned, picked up a knife that was lying there. Probably pre-dated scalpels or something, and rammed it at Abrella.
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 26, 2014 20:08:13 GMT
Abrella didn't quite except it and was stabbed right in the hand. Normally the blade itself couldn't have pierced him at all, but combined with Zeke's speed.. His grip on the man ceased and the man fell to the floor, seemingly still living.
"Anderson?" came Washington's voice from outside the tent, "Is everything all right in there?"
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Post by Zeke Anderson on Jun 26, 2014 20:11:00 GMT
"No, General!" Zeke called, "There's someone in here! He attacked the patient! I think he's a Redcoat!"
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 26, 2014 20:12:57 GMT
"An infiltrator?" gasped Washington, "Are you sure?"
"Are you sure that's a good idea," frowned Abrella, "You don't think these primitve soldiers could possibly stand a chance against me, do you?"
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Post by Zeke Anderson on Jun 26, 2014 20:17:33 GMT
"General, you should run!" Zeke called, "This man is dangerous! Just run!"
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 26, 2014 20:25:18 GMT
"Think of all the damage I could do," chuckled Abrella, "If I killed the future first President of the United States."
"What are you saying, Anderson?" said Washington stepping in, "He is merely a ma-"
His eyes grew wide upon seeing the form of Abrella.
"What manner of creature are you..?"
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