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New York City(Who needs a hero?)

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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

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The APC hauling Melissa away halted suddenly. It's engine made no noise nor did it even move, the power had been completly cut. Leo had fried the electronic system preventing it from moving any further. "Yea I noticed" Shaw replyed to Owen over the head set. "Is the Sentry operational?!" Shaw yelled over his head set. "Sentry is operational, and engaging in search and destroy." Came a sharp response. "Good, Fire teams echo, gamma and sigma, escort Sentry, Delta and Bravo protect that APC, All other teams screen the tank and the chopper!" He yelled as he grabbed walked amoung his troops yelling orders. "Lets bag this bastard too!" Shaw said with a good bit of Zeal in his voice.

Leo would find his situation dire indeed as the Well constructed Sentry had a spot light gliding over the city scape scanning for him. Three Fire teams moved through its massive legs likes silent ghosts as they began hunting Vampire down.

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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

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[OCC: APC is still up, Osprey transport is down, APC is Magic Shielder, Osprey was not]

Owen's Com was back up, thanks to the redundant circuitry that wasn't active at the time. He radioed to Shaw "My men are taking cover in the Chopper" And checking the Squad Status HUD in his visor, "I've lost another one, be on the lookout for a Pariah." He went back to looking out of the Drop Bay doors, awaiting anything that would befall him and his highly trained Marines.

He heard the sound of Gunfire as the Sentry fired at the thermal signature along the rooftop, and radioed to Shaw again "Got Laser weapons on that thing? The shield isn't lightproof!" It had came to him just, if visible light could pierce that psychic shield, than high powered Laser weapons could, now if only the Pariahs would get in range of the Ellis Island Anti-Aircraft Lasers...

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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

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By that time, Leo'd had another victem a lowley soldier seperated from his pack save for another now seperated soldier down at his feet bound and gagged with energy bonds, "And this is why kiddy caddets you are told not to seperate from your group without a battle partner!" Leo laughed as he was feeding from him and then looked at the guy who had been with the soldier he was feeding from, intending him for desert. At the time some moron was shooting at him so he grabbed the still living soldier and used him as a sheild. The body nearly dead made it's self as a "thud" noise maker, then Leo crept off of the roof unnoticed into the dark but fired and invisible force type blast into the moron's gun, down it's barrel, causing the ammo to expload violently inside the gun. He never saw it coming and it looked like a glitch so no worries, this caused the soldier manning the weapon considerable burns, bodily injury, and priceless humiliation. "Jerk!" Leo spouted off as he escaped.

Coming off of the roof and landing behind it looking to his right, Leo saw Sol and the others. Double backing at swift speed unlike he'd ever known he found himself near them and whiped his face as best he could before turning to them. "Hello fellas, so kind of you all to show up I was begniing to think you were going to stand me up on this date of ours. By the way you both look like beat dog mess." Leo smirked with a soft chortle. "But as much as I love our little reunion we really need to strategize and get dancing with these over trained gun toating monkeys. If we are to save dear sweet Melissa. She's right infront of the building I came down from."
Leo said as he began glowing luminescent white seeing Sol's tattered body knowing what caused it, he placed his hands on each of Sols shoulders and focussed on an image of a bad ass warrior knight type guy from some God awesome video game from back in the day. When Leo opened his eyes Sol was adorned with near impenetrable energy armor helmet and all. Because it was energy he could move normally but it would protect him as if an extra layer of hardened skin. "There that should do it for you my friend." He looked to Jynx and did the same as he did for Sol.
Now Leo stood back from them glowing radiantly his eyes becoming like white eternity intensly bright energy came over his body and consumed every inch of him from his head to his toes. The amount of energy picked his clothes up slightly as with his hair causing it all to kind of flow and float around him loosely. Lightning struck as clouds moved in and drops of rain began slowly pelting the ground and everyone upon it. Each drop of rain that landed on us disolved before having a chance to drip off. "C'mon boys, lets save Melissa and run for it, I will distract them while you both grab her." Leo then did something strange and removed his coat and handed it to one of them. "This is to carry Melissa with. Get out of there when you get her stop for nothing unless some girl you may know her offers to help you. She told me y'all were back. And don't worry about losing me, you will but I will find you, If I make it, My energy signature is all around you in that armor."

Leo realized it wasn't just Sol and Jynx but there was a boy with them, he looked like hell but Leo smiled at himg and offered his hand out retracting the auro from his hand,"I'm Leo nice to make your acquaintance young man, are you ready to save a really attractive friend of ours and then haul ass?" He was speaking to Chris and nodded in approval to him being with us sensing something was different about him.

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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Sol on Mon Jun 23, 2008 2:21 pm

Sol flinched at the mention of Sasha's warning. Sol leapt out of view of the window. When he heard gun fire, and felt the thumping of the Sentry's heavy feet smashing into the ground as it moved.

It was an Eerie sensation, sitting here waiting. <What is going on.> Sol said to Sasha as he took to moving Chris's body deeper into the . His question was like that of somebody seeking guidence and protection. For the first time in his life, with Sasha in his head, Sol felt safe.

<I guess Angels do exhist.> he thought to him self forgetting Sasha could hear his mind as it processed.

"Leo!" he hissed, as he saw the man land on the ground away from them from Sasha's thoughts. Sol thought about Chris, and Would move to a more better location. He caught a view of the Army Sentry as it advanced on his location. 'God damn it....." he sighed as he looked at Leo "Get out of the street!" he exclaimed as he looked at him
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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

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Pheonix's red hair fell back down to her shoulders as she pulled lightly on the black Stallions reins, the stallions body slowing to a trot then a walk as they came closer to the edge of the park and nearer to her house and stables. The Friesens steady pace calmed and soothed her after a day of calming down a rowdy and angered crowd outside a football match, she had gained cuts and bruises because of it but the horse she had ridden hadn't fared much better, the angry crowd had shoved against the mare even scorching her sides with cigarretes until Pheonix had decided to get the mare out of there. She sighed slightly at this thought, stroking her Stallions shining mane before letting out a scream as the horse bolted forward, spooked by a thundering noise above their heads seconds before lightening struck a tree up ahead. She gripped the reins tightly, willing the horse and herself to calm down hoping that another 'incident' would not happen. Pheonix opened her golden eyes wide and yanked on the reins as she heard cars roaring past on the busy road up ahead, which would surely kill both of them if they thundered over it. She closed her eyes tight and held on to the reins as if she could not let go before she heard another shrill whinny from the horse and felt it dive sideways in another direction, she looked up slightly feeling shocked as she saw flames dancing at the side of the road, the same place she would have been if they hadn't appeared. She wasn't sure if she had caused it but she was glad it had happened.
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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

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"Hell yea we have a Las Cannon!" Shaw replyed in a rather chipper voice. Almost immediatly another roof top sniper relayed Leo's stationary location to the Sentry. The Monstrious machin halted its steady advance, and the cockpit twisted to the right. A long retracted cannon, deployed on top of the vehicle, and began glowing in a bright red light.

"They are great for punching through walls and shit." Shaw stated over the radio. "You may want to close your eyes though." like the thunder flicker a flash of red light illuminated the entire area. A hole about sixe inches in diameter was burned through the building Leo had landed behind. The beam dispursed at the base of the building behind him. Resulting in a large earth shaking explosion that sent shrapnal and debres in all directions. '"In acurate...but...well I think your Pariah is dead."

The building quickly destabalized and collapsed under its own weight having much of its base destroyed by the terrifieng weapon.

Shaw took a puff of his Cigar. Blew out a smoke ring.

"Uh Captian...the APC had her spark plugs fried...we are switching them out.."

"Groovy..." Shaw muttered to him self not bothering to activate his head set.

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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

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There was a flash of red light as the Sentry opened fire with it's main laser cannons, and then a rambling explosion and duct cloud as the build collapsed in on itself. Owen mused over his Com, just loud enough so that Shaw could hear it, "Does he pay for all the stuff he destroys?" Unsure that collapsing the building had done the job, he radioed again, this time in a serious voice, "Give that fucker another shot, I don't think he's down yet"

Owen still had nothing to worry about, but his view was clouded by the cloud of dust filtering into the Osprey. He switched to his thermal view, and seeing nothing, decided to send out some support for Shaw. In a tone full of enthusiasm, he radioed to Shaw "I'm sending a Microwave trooper in." We turned to the back of the Osprey, and yelled in his gruff voice, "Jameson, get out there!"

Jameson stood up, he was wearing a suit of thick tan powered armor, and was holding a bulky rifle that measured almost as long as him. He was a Microwave trooper, another of the PCA's ideas in the battle against Pariahs. "Yes sir" he said, his voice rendered tinny because of the breather filter in his Atmo sealed armor. His boots clinked on the floor as he walked, and soon he was out of view in the dust cloud, on route to Shaw's troops.

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This weapon is the prototype anti-energy shield weapon, capable of going past energy fields and and incinerating the flesh of the target. The rifle looks like a large tan rectangle, with a handle guard and trigger near one end, and a non-slip grip along the whole base of the the rifle. It contains enough power for 45 minutes of continuous firing, and can incinerate normal human flesh in 5 seconds.

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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

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"Ohhh SHIT!"

The exploasion came out of no where and shook the building violently with the light oh th at blinding light that would have blinded him had his eyes not been covered in a luminescent aura. However, Leo fell victem and went silent under the buldings' rubble nearly crushed under it but the way it fell on him it actually formed a cavity around him protecting him but allowing others to believe he's bought it. Leo smirks and chooses to use it to his advantage and powers down, allowing his body temp to drop to that of a corpse giving new meaning to his code name. He waited for the dust to settle upon the rubble which is ontop of him and for the noise to stop. For the first time in his life since being injected with vampire dna he actually felt like one his body felt stronger and his senses hightened yet his heart rate dropped dramatically. "So this is what it's like to feel dead yet be living?" Ye said within himself, then again said, "Awesome."

Hearing heartbeats passing all around him as foot steps and vehicles once again started down the street Leo heard the voices of the troops on the ground. He then closed his eyes allowing his mind to wonder getting comfortable as best he can. Pondering away out of this and what to do next knowing it will be best to lay in wait but he doesn't want to, "Those assholes won't know what hit them."

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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Atrophy on Mon Jun 23, 2008 3:37 pm

Sasha's voice sounded frantic. what on earth have they got out there? Sol i think we should move now, before it's too late. I could try to take over their minds, but then some of them would have those damn helmets that prevent me from getting in.
Sasha didn't know what to do. She was never one for planning, that was always what Callie did best, and yet here she was. Her orders were to bring them back safely, but she didn't even know if that was possible anymore. She would stick it out till the very end, though, and hope for the best.

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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

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Suddenly Leo heard footsteps approaching him, they were heavy and focussed, rattled like incased with armor. "C'mere you big bad bastard you... I've got something for you!" Without a second thought Leo burst from the rubble glowing with a blinding light, sending off a wave of energy from around him sending the buildings rubbled in all directions mostly upon the man aproaching him. "See ya! Seriously wouldn't want to be ya!"

The rubble sent off from Leo's energy wave that flew at the microwave soldier fell upon the man crushing him destroying his toys and armor. Leo then sent powerfully skilled energy attacks into the streets at Sentry's destroying a couple of them. Leo flooded the area with this energy as he roared unrelentingly drawing energy from the fear and panic he was inducing, these attacks did not kill the soldiers they hit, it simply knocked them to the ground many being left unconcious. "Your Little boom log aint got Crap on me you uptight flat footed bastards!"

After this burrage of attacks Leo looked around deciding this would be a good time to book it so he seemed to move with the speed of a phantom flying past everything he just destroyed, and troops he left unconcious otherwise unharmed. Energy swords in both his hands double sided both energy armor unlike any seen ever adorning his body as he blasted through town cutting through, tanks, and a plethra of military tracking machines. Satisfied Leo lighted out of sight and radar.

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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Kronos on Mon Jun 23, 2008 5:46 pm

[There is only one Sentry...!]

The Squad surround the Sentry were flung back as the shockwave hit them, and their padded helmets and armor Gel packs took off most of impact from being thrown back

The Armor of the Sentry heated to a bright red where Leo's attacks hit it, but it didn't melt through to the Durasteel bracing layer and the Thermal plating. It swiveled on it's base, and the gunner reacquired his lock on Leo's thermal signature. There was a roar as the Sentry pushed it's cooling system to the limit, creating a shimmering effect at it's ventilation ports.

The rubble landed on the Microwave trooper, not crushing him, but pinning him down while his armor took the brunt of it. Duraplast was strong, and our trooper need to worry more about starving to death then being crushed. His gun whoever, was not so lucky, it had been crushed by the rubble, and was past the point of a quick repair.

The tank and APC were left with dents of molten armor on the sides of them, something that could only be chalked up to one fucking fast Pariah. They would have to improve the variance compensators on their weapons next time.

Once the Sentry had cooled down enough to use it's Las Cannon, it took aim in the direction that Leo had ran in, he was off radar but the Cannon had a fearsome optical zoom. The cannon glowed red for a few moments, and then stopped, it's cooling system had been damaged, and the Fusion reactor of the Sentry couldn't supply the raw power needed to run itl. Leo had gotten away for now.

Owen was still waiting for the tech to patch everything up in the Helicopter, and he was sitting idly on one of the seats.
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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

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Vincent nodded to Sol."We should at least do that for her...she did save us". Vincent was still a bit confused about what was happening with Sol but he thought it better to not ask questions.

When Vincent herd Sol yell he cleared himself out of the way, not knowing exactly what was coming towards them. When he herd Sol say "Leo" Vincent turned to see a man in the streets, he recognized him from the sewers. "What is he doing" Vincent said eyes wide and mouth gaping open slightly.
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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

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Chris stood up, finally regaining control after being in his temporary coma, the teen's bone encrusted body did not creak, or even groan under the act as it adjusted to the flexing of the knee. As the recently awoken form walked over to Sol and Vincent, he realized that another form was going berserk on the military figures gathered around them, reaping death and destruction in his wake. Chris was in awe. He he known what damage Meat could do; however he had never taken time to realize the enormity of the havic the bone collosus reaked.

The human, or whatever he was, wielded a pair of energy swords, the blades the source of destruction; the figure was moving far to fast to be human, it certainly must be another Pariah, one of his close cousins. Chris suddenly came to a conclusion that had eluded him, he was not a Pariah, but rather the governments attempt to create such things. A Pariah was a being blessed with the powers of God to do something, perhaps something great, or maybe something destructive. This was one Truth the boy had always known, God exists for one reason. If there is a Hell, there must be a Heaven, and Chris had most definately seen Hell.

As the bone-armored figure silently walked up behind Sol, Vincent, and whoever Sol had in his head, the chitin-like helm receded, leaving only a viel covering his lower face. As the boy spoke, his voice bellowed a new-found strength due to the power, telling the listeners as to the change that had occur within the figure. Inside himself, Chris was now aware that without his suit, he would have been naked but didn't care at the moment. His voice carried the slightly fear it once had, but Chris vowed from this day forward, he would work with his fear; however, he also knew it would be worse when he was just a normal human.

"Sol? I would,.....umm....take the time to thank you and your friend; however, I think we have more problems. I offer my.....help if you shall need it." Once the helm had retracted, the boy's eyes could be seen as the true human color they were, both of them. "If your friend's are in trouble, I shall repay my debt to you through helping them." Clenching his fists, the figure felt a spike of guilt go through his heart at the pain he had caused Sol; however, the man had spared him, and even helped him. A debt of gratitude was owed here, and the boy would see that he would repay it. And not only him, but Meat as well if he was needed.
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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

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Sol looked to Vincent, and then jumped when Chris spoke to him. He merely eyed him up and down and gave him a soft nod. "Fair enough...' he would answer as he turned and looked at a massive hole in the wall. Considering he watched Leo fail at taking on the US military Sol took this as a sign from the gods to make a stratigic fall back.

<Sasha guide us to Callie.> He said in his head urgently. it was time to go, and Sol immediatly moved out of the building and into the city, away from the army.(Sorry so short...not in the Zone.)

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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

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The Military was clearing things up now, the APC had been loaded onto a Naval Transport, and was making it's way toward the heavy fortified Ellis Island Base, where Melissa would be processed for transport to Saudi Arabia. The transport skimmed the waves as continued it's long journey across the bay, sea spray splashed into the decks, but inside the APC, only the sound of the Transport's engines could be heard.

Owen and his team had finally gotten the Osprey transport back up and running, and were also making their way to Ellis Island, where Him and his Marines would spend a few days filing post mission paperwork and recounting their losses.

Owen held on to a leather strap hanging from a steel bar that ran across the length of the Osprey. He was standing alogn with a few other Marines, so that Marines could fit their equipment and the wounded across the seats. The noise from the twin rotors was still deafening, even with the cargo doors closed. Owen switched on his Com, and asked the pilot "ETA for Ellis Island?" Over the Com, a British voice replied, "8 Minutes Commander."

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Having cleared past all military strongholds and outlooks without detection Leo came to a stop for a few moments taking a breather, clearly whiped out from his last self saving offensive and realized that he'd left his life, meaning his black coat behind and moaned knowing in the wrong hands, all he held dear could be used as leverage against him however, his attention was about shift rather dramatically.

"Ahhhhh!"Leo screamed as suddenly a stilletto heel booted foot from out of nowhere came smashing against his back with the force of 10g's sending hom top the ground and a cold like death female, chuckle from the foot's owner soon followed. "Leo, Leo, Leo... My, Leo..." The voice said, as Leo lay limp on his face hearing the strangely powerful woman walk around to his head placing her boot upon it and grinding dirt into his hair pressing his face into asphault.

Leo recognized the voice without a doubt in his soul he knew without being able to look up who she was. "Didn't take you long to find me did it Tilly?" She suddenly glared and pressed into his head harder smashing his face roughly around on the road surface ripping hand scraping Leos skin and roared at him angrily,"DON'T YOU DARE SAY MY NAME, NOT AFTER WHAT YOU DIDTO ME!" He trembled for the first time in his 20 years of life ever being affraid of speaking. He then knew, this little visit couldn't be just casual. Helpless and at her mercy if there was any mercy in her. Leo closed his eyes knowing she was relishing the humiliating position under her foot she had him in. Leo knew he had to do something to try and make this an earned victory for Tilly. Struggling fruitlessly against the vice like pressure on his head, and his fatigued physical and mental state only added to the woman's amusement, she mockingly spouted, "C'mon my little bitch try harder you're almost there, Hahahaha. Almost..." Her laugh and mocking were nearly as crushing to Leo's self-esteem and ego as Tilly's size 10" booted foot on his head. Both of Tilly's feet supported her near Amazon height(as tall as you can imagine an Amazon but shorter than 8ft and taller than 6ft), full figured frame, and fine curves which were in all the right places including her visually enthralling endowments.(She's not fat but is proportioned almost evenly to her height. Nowyou know why she's able to deal so crippling damage to Leo other than the fact she's a full vampire.)

Suddenly a Sharp well placed pointed toe kick to the ribs sent Leo a couple feet in the air with her above him, following his exausted airborn body before he had time to react, swiftly came down on him again with both her feet, the stilletto heels brutally piercing Leo's flesh effectivley pinning him to the ground preventing any struggle and she dugg her right heel into his chest and abdomin in a brand carving pattern, clearly enjoying this view of her little toy being able to see on his face what's going through his mind, feeding on his anguish.
In the same cruel voice and tone Tilly asked mockingly again, "Have you had fun playing Hero boy??? You little turd have been all over the news!" Following this statement a swift ruthless kick and stomp met Leo's soiled face.

An exasperated,"UGhhh!" escapled Leo's lips with his head turned to the side barely having had time to recover when a hard gut wrenching stomp crushing into Leo's stomach and part of one ribb. While Leo reeethed in pain the woman standing on him simply smiled frigidly here eyes sharp enough to cut through any man's soul and take him captive.

(Tilly is the vampire from which genes of her dna were injected into Leo while he was experimented on as a captive of some unamed companys' scientists seeking to creat super soldiers. She'd become something a little "more" than part of the co-experimentation subject during their brief period together, and when Leo left he didn't bring her along mostly because, she scares the beJesus out of him. So now she's found him and she's out for lovers revenge or whatever it is scorned women do when they get even in these type sittuations. If anyone has a problem with me rping her Or a girl who wants to rp as "Tilly" please tell me. I've posted the profile.)

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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

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Vincent shot a weary look to Chris, but thought him more then capable to handle himself..though he was still worried about him."Lets go then" Vincent said as he to leaped from the ground and began to once again run along with Sol.

As he ran, Vincent could feel something wrong with himself..something was about to happen to him, he knew he was almost at his end. "Where are we headed then Sol?"Vincent said in a crackling voice.

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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

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Sasha sat in Sol's head giving directions to the warehouse like some freaky built in GPS system. The rest of New York was like a disaster zone, buildings and roads were in even worse condition than they had been before. People were injured and dying in the streets from the onslaught that they moved through like a living shadow, fast and silent. Thankfully, the military seemed to have removed their presence for the moment.
She worried for the welfare of the girl that they left behind (What was her name? She thought Melissa sounded right.), but at the same time knew all too well that there was nothing they could do now without putting Sol and the others in danger. She could feel the conflict Sol had in making this decision, and the subsequent remorse.

Kay we're almost there. Now take a right here on forty fifth. . . your other right, Sol.

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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Kronos on Wed Jun 25, 2008 9:44 pm

(Melissa is at Ellis Island right now...)

Owen's Osprey transport touched down at the landing on Ellis Island, and he and his Marines filed out. All they had to face now was paperwork, paperwork, and more paperwork. Fighting in friendly civilian zones always had it's consequences, and there were it.

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Re: New York City(Who needs a hero?)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Walter Barrecks on Wed Jun 25, 2008 11:46 pm

Darkness, silence, coldness, isolation, paranoid feelings, frosty handcuffs. There wasn't much helping ease a troubled mind in this room. It had been several hours now, although it could have seemed like an eternity to those who hated being alone. It was all of the sudden that a door was slammed open, a small amount of light poking pas the bodies in the doorway, figures illuminated in a way that made them glow. A switch was flicked, a bright lamp flashing on over the head of the captive. Sweaty and groggy, the man rose his head, having to orient himself and adjust his eyes to a shining bulb. He groaned, scratching his stubble on his shirt, due to his arm's being latched together behind his back. Seated across from him was a Major in the United States Army.

"Mr. Bryer, you're awake. Nice to see the drugs are wearing off. We require the services of someone with your talents."

"Is dat so? Why should I after dat mess?"

"Because we plan to pay you well for your services. Decline, and you will terminated. "

The words terminated, and paid sure spoke to him. He knew the deal, take the money, do the work, and live, or be a moron, and get taken out back and shot. " Ya know, you could hav' said dat instead of clubbin' moi.." After a short talk, his captors released him from his handcuffs,leading him out the door to be briefed preped. It seems they were sending him out as soon as they could. Clearly they knew that he didn't require any training.
"She called me late last night, to say she loved me so.
But I guess you changed her mind.
Well I should have known it wouldn't be all right,
But I can't live without her
So I won't even try...
And if I get drunk, then I'll pass out on the floor now baby.
Cause you won't bother me no more.
And if you're drinking, well you know that you're my friend and I say
I guess I'll have myself a beer."
Reel Big Fish- Beer

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