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posted by Sylvia_Puffin
It was a brisk Friday afternoon in October.
Kitka Falcón trudged up the stairs to her new apartment, lugging her suitcase behind her. She was eager to see if there was anyone whom she might enjoy conversation with.
    Kitka brushed her golden blonde hair out of her abnormally sharp eyes as she reached her new home. She got out the key and opened the door, dumping her luggage right inside and sitting down across from it, exhausted from the long hike up the stairs. She really did want to meet some people, but first she desperately needed some rest. She took of her shoes and...
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posted by mostar1219
Kowalski has been doing research, but this time, research was different. Skipper demanded that Kowalski explained what was up.
"Skipper, I had a talk with Monique the other day. The conversation ended up leading to her saying that it's tough being a human," Kowalski explained.
"Well, why does she think that?" Private asked, hearing what Kowalski said.
"She went on about how one would expect lebih out of a human than an animal and the different choices and consequences that occur. That ended with me agreeing to keep two different research files juxtaposed. One with a hari as an animal and one with...
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posted by Sylvia_Puffin
I actually hate this chapter, but oh well. Here it is.
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“If anda want some girl time, Marlene Oder lives in the apartment just down the hall, Carlotta Perky’s on the detik story, Shelly Astaire’s across the hall from us, and I guess if it comes down to it—”
    “Hi, Kowalski,” someone berkata behind them.
    “—there’s always her,” Kowalski finished, turning around with Kitka.
    Behind them stood a young woman wearing a faded denim jacket,...
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posted by Skiparah
In the dapur 'or mess hall' as it was called, three men sat around the table. The room was quiet. The only sound was the ticking of the clock. "It's too quiet.." Skipper muttered, his eyes cutting from left to right. Kowalski scoffed, leaning back on the wall, holding a glass of soda. "That's preposterous! You're just paraniod." Rico nodded, "Uh-huh!" Skipper nervously stood up and walked to the computer, hesitated, and then walked back to the table. "Skipper, relax. There's nothing going on and nothing bad in the future." Kowalski tisked. Skipper shot him a look that said, 'Oh, so now you...
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posted by peacebaby7
4:59am

    Private had made it to the 7th floor. He was now climbing up the air shaft with the help of the magnetic soled shoes Kowalski gave him. They really helped him in getting up the shaft quickly & quietly…although he had to stop to catch his breath a couple of times. Once he made it to the 15th floor, he made his way through the vents leading to the rendezvous point. He quietly made his way to the opening & looked in. There were Skipper & Rico already waiting for him. He whispered: “Hey! I’m here!” Skipper & Rico looked up, then they unscrewed...
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posted by peacebaby7
Tuesday, May 28, 2012 @ 3:42pm
Baxter’s Incorporated: Manhattan, New York


    Kowalski was working in his office. It was a quaint room with high ceilings that caused your voice to echo when anda so much as whispered. 2 windows that looked out onto the busy streets of Manhattan. There was his work meja tulis, meja that was in the middle of his room, facing the door. A small refrigerator on the dinding behind that. His own private restroom at the far corner.

    Other than the small tapping that Kowalski was doing at his keyboard, the room was silent. That silence was...
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posted by peacebaby7
11:53am

    Private straightened up. His expression had a mixture of hope & fear. Blowhole took a moment to scan the teams’ faces. He smiled. “Well, this morning, I was hoping anda all would see me on the roof & come up to “rescue” me. But when Skipper came alone I had to change tactics. I had my helicopter come, we took Skipper down.” He explained it to them in a tone that anda would use with a toddler. “If anda all want to see Skipper again, anda will find me in the selanjutnya 48 hours.”

“But…we don’t know where anda are!” Kowalski said. Blowhole slightly...
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posted by peacebaby7
10 Minutes: 17 detik Until Detonation

    Marlene raced around a corner and into a room. She knew exactly what she had to do. Kowalski had talked about an emergency intercom & how to use it before they started their mission. She picked up the phone in the room & dialed 0001. A couple of detik later she heard the beep through the phone indicating she was online. She put on her best computer voice. “Bomb threat detected. Evacuate immediately. Repeat. Bomb threat detected. Evacuate immediately.” She heard her voice echo throughout the halls. She smiled at the...
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posted by peacebaby7
4:37pm

    The team was still in their penthouse HQ, conducting routine checks on the streets of New York. They were checking cameras & police scanners for disturbances. So far it’s been a surprisingly slow day. Until a police scanner picked something up. The team gathered closer to listen & Rico began to check the weapons.

    “Calling for immediate backup! Repeat! Requesting immediate backup! Robbery has taken place on East 52nd. Getaway car is racing across town to Washington Square…”

    “Roll out, men.” Skipper...
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posted by _Hans_
I have so little left now. So few things to hold dear, so little to call my own. Few happy memories. I am unsure of anything. Who I am, where I stand, where i belong. Will i be forced to scrape together a meager existence, atau shall I follow his lead, gabung his cause and ruin everything?

Poignant. I can hear a song playing faintly somewhere. It's a haunting melody, soft and melancholy, much like my frame of mind. It was a chilly November day. It was nearly two decades ago,thought I can still recall every detail of that hari as plainly as though it were yesterday.

I can remember what clothes I...
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posted by peacebaby7
    It all seemed to happen in a second. The alarms blazed, Blowhole jumped in shock, the bullet erupted from his gun, hitting the wall. He ordered the guards in the room to go see what was going on, Blowhole waited oleh the door. They waited; it didn’t take too long for the alarms to seize. Blowhole assumed the situation was under control. He walked back over to Skipper, stopped in front of him, and leaned down, inches from his face. “Now where were we?” He asked grinning.

    “I was about to kick your butt.”

    “Oh really?...
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posted by peacebaby7
Marlene cried out in pain. It'd been an jam since it began. He struck her again with the whip. Another cry of agony escaped her lips. Killer raised the whip again, but Blowhole entered and stopped him before he whipped her again. Marlene held back tears. She wouldn't dare let him see her cry. Not over her dead body. Blowhole walked around her...grinning like a madman. "Good work Killer. But unfortunately it's time we released her." He told him. He unlocked the chains on Marlene's wrists, causing her to fall to her knees. She rubbed her wrists, which were sore and bleeding from the edges of...
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