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by aviel on Sun Apr 19, 2009 7:57 pm
the van raced off down a side street, followed by a few more turns, a tactic brad guessed was to throw off any pursuers and also to dissorient them so they would have a hard time findingthe place again since their was no windows to see outside.
when the van finally stopped and the side door was ripped open, four men standing by eagerly waiting for them none to softly escorted Brad and Kat out of the van then escorted into a rather large boat storage warehouse where another four people stood at varios spots throughout the dockhouse
:what do you want?" Brad asked, directingthe question to a rather slender man standing between two rather burly men. "I thought it would be rather obvious by now" he said as he pulled a gun he had concealed in his jacket. "we want to exterminate all the "pet projects" that the damn facilty has been doing for the last twenty or so years.
with no warning he pointed the gun at Kat and pulled the trigger. Brad heard her gasp and watched her fall to the ground. all the color dissapeared from his face. although he had only kown these oeple slightly less tha Esha, they were his friends, no his family. he knelt beside Kat, the tears welling up in his eyes, threatening to blind him. "god Kat, what have I gotten you into?" he whispered as he picked her up, her blood staining his hands and her breathes coming in short painful gasps. brad looked up at the shooter. it wasnt the man he had thought, but a man slightly behind and to the left of him, the original speaker showed a hint of sympathy then put a stern look on his face "you knowthey were not meant to survive, they would have been exterminated, if not by us, then by some one else." he said unsympathetically glancing at Kat
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