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Post by The Stranger on Aug 24, 2012 9:26:19 GMT -5
Malcom jerked instinctively as the firearm came up, and Natasha's two-rounds caught him in the armored vest instead. Even so the blast felt like a professional boxer's left right combo, and it sent him down to one knee to catch his breath.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 24, 2012 9:29:12 GMT -5
OOC: Hold on there hotpants. Malcom gets to act too.
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Post by Flex on Aug 24, 2012 9:34:37 GMT -5
OOC: Heh, will do!
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 24, 2012 15:39:13 GMT -5
As Malcolm exited the alley and saw the pair conversing, he hesitate for a moment. Though substantially more haggard in appearance and smelling faintly of a garbage dump, Malcolm recognized the pink haired girl from the bus.
He opened his mouth to speak, the words "Hello again darlin'!" forming on his lips when she raised her pistol. Adrenaline overrode any shock at this development as he moved to catch the two rounds on his chest.
He went to his knees, blinded by pain and clutching his bruised cheat. With a deft finger he activated the painkiller loaded nanobots again, having a thought as the pain faded away that they could have powerful military applications if the small machines could be prevented from decaying.
Now filled with cold fury, he raised his revolver and fired a single shot at each of the pursuing hostiles, aiming for the legs rather than any vital areas.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 25, 2012 19:47:12 GMT -5
The shots went wide, Malcom still heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He rose to his feet now, and shook his head to free the cobwebs, head now clear.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 25, 2012 20:23:19 GMT -5
Malcolm cursed and began running after the two, ejecting the spent revolver casings and reloading as he did so. He made a vow to just watch the next time he saw a bus getting turned to Swiss cheese, preferably with a good cigar and drink in hand.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 26, 2012 10:43:41 GMT -5
Malcom ignored the tiny voice in his head that said whoever had tried to kill the girl and raincoat hadn't objected to Somalis spraying him with 7.62mm rounds either. Malcom snapped the cylinder of the revolver back into place when he heard his phone ring.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 26, 2012 16:26:33 GMT -5
Malcolm answered the phone without breaking his stride.
"What?" he snapped, looking to get the man or woman in his sights for another shot.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 26, 2012 19:50:49 GMT -5
They were quite distant now, mixing in with a crowd of others. There was no shot.
"We're ready. Take the girl to the parking lot across from the Whiskey Bar in thirty minutes."
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Post by Flex on Aug 26, 2012 20:36:40 GMT -5
"I think we lost him," Natasha called to Sam, looking back to try and spot the man, her gun already lowered.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 26, 2012 20:37:57 GMT -5
Natasha did in fact not see Malcom through the crowd.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 26, 2012 22:28:10 GMT -5
Sam turned off the road down a side street, "Look for someplace to hide."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 26, 2012 23:01:43 GMT -5
"I'm starting to think this girl is worth more than advertised. Why shouldn't I shop around? Perhaps I'll find a higher bidder in the Spire." Malcolm bluffed shoving people out of the way in a desperate attempt to find his quarry. He kept his eyes on the lookout for the woman's pink hair, deciding that would be easiest to spot.
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Post by Flex on Aug 27, 2012 7:50:45 GMT -5
Sam turned off the road down a side street, "Look for someplace to hide." Natasha nodded and looked around to see if there was any good hiding places that the three of them could use. |
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Post by The Smith on Aug 27, 2012 9:03:52 GMT -5
Sam turned suddenly, and slipped into a clothing store. He walked straight to the back, and began to study the clothing. Looking for something his size.
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Hope you all are well and happy.