The Sereni-Tree, More Shopping, and Some Peril
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Wednesday, April 26, 2006 02:08
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Originally posted by WashsYoungerSexierBrother:
Wisp hobbles after Noskills and Jade but quickly loses ground. He stops and crouches to the floor.
"Are we gonna have to leave you?" says Jade halfway down the corridor
"No. Give me two ticks" Wisp looks at the blood seeping from his leg. "Blood loss is low Femeral Arteries intact" He then pulls the Blade from his leg with an obvious wince and throws it to one side. He puts his hands in one of the lower pockets on his jeans and removes a small aerosol can with a thin wire attached to the head.
"What the hells that?" asks Noskills
"Everything a hole in the thigh needs, Artifical clotting, Antibiotics and most important...Pain killers" He sticks the wire into the wound and sprays shouting and writhing in pain as he does it. He then stands up puts the can in his pocket and picks up the sword. "she'll want this back" He checks his power cell on this pulse rifle then nods to Jade and the crew continue down the hall
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*Sending her thoughts out and about as she slumbers behind the locked storage room door, Wash senses her younger sexier brother easily dealing with a thigh injury before going on to handle the task at hand alongside his comrades. 'The guy's certainly worthy,' she ponders. 'Anybody'd be proud to have him as a brother, younger and sexier or not.' Washie fades back to insensibility on the heels of her approving thoughts.
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Having gone through all of the Lost theories and rejected each one of them on the ground of not being bonkers enough, Seryn finds her self at a loss for something to think about.
Idly she starts rooting around in her pockets, looking for something to amuse her self with. In one of the front pockets of her trousers, she feels a small peice of paper, quite thick and smooth. She pulls it out, and swivels round on the floor in order to see what it is by the strip of light showing underneath.
She grins, slowly she carefully smooths out the nametag. "next time you see Jadehand, give him the biggest damn hug you've ever given anyone..." She reads the name written on the tag again, then carefully slips the tag just under her bra-strap, easily reachable for when she needs it.
Then she lays back, humming pop songs again and biding her time.
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Hodgins: Your robot reminds me of you. You tell it to turn it stops. You tell it to stop it turns. You ask it to take out the garbage it watches reruns of Firefly.
FozzieWash, You know what I always say: sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug!
KermieMal, I never Know what the heck you're talking about.
FozzieWash, Hey, look! They're sending us free lumber!
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In the fancy palace in Chinatown on Garrison:
Deuce was ahead of the rest of the rescuers, running up the stairs, taking them two steps at a time. At the top of the stairway was a door, which seemed to lead to the outside, perhaps to the shuttle pad on the roof. That door was open and one of the thugs who had carried Quincey away was there looking down, observing Deuce as she closed the distance between them. Almost casually, he lobbed a grenade at her and backed away, letting the door slowly pull itself shut.
Deuce dropped her sword and dove forward to catch the grenade on its third bounce. From a semi-prone position, Deuce whipped the grenade back. It flew through the narrowing opening just as the door slammed shut and locked. The resulting explosion blew the heavy door off its hinges. By the time Deuce recovered her weapon and got back on her feet, the others had joined her on the stairs.
“Heh! I was the starting pitcher on my high school baseball team.”
Bride2
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Quote:
"Just point that bit at them and pull the trigger."
Right. Got it.
I'll apologize now for the inevitable-accidental-shooting-of-things/people that-I-wasn't-aiming-at.
*stands behind a pile of crates and trash bins looking out as the creepy guys meander just ahead*
So what's the plan? You do have a plan right?
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"Hiding ain't a plan?"
Mai, Secretary of Unmentionables.
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"Plan, erm yeah, we erm follow 'em till they get where they're going then we take them by surprise and erm extract the required information." Citizen said. "You can shoot knee caps right?"
More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
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Knee caps? Sure. No problem. Just so long as I'm aiming for say the shoulder. Maybe we should...
* her speech is interrupted when suddenly the scuffling ahead stops and one of the goons looks back*
*Diving behind the dumpster Citizen and Mai peer out as one goon drops his "load" and begins to back track down the alley way.
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The goon starts back towards the garbage container Citizen and Mai hide behind.
Mai swallows nervously, thinking over and over, knee caps, knee caps.
Citizen produces what looks like a wrapped piece of bubble gum.
Mai looks at him funny, candy?
"It's a sticky flare" Citizen whispers. "It sticks to anything and the compound reacts with the air causing it to burn with the intensity of a blast furnce. Leaves neat little holes... and it comes with a comic." He grins proudly at her.
"C'mon, quit screwin' around, this guy's heavy." The goons partner calls.
The goon takes one last look around, shrugs his shoulders and goes back to dragging the large man. (Bear)
Citizen and Mai continue to follow. Soon they find themselves back at the Leighton Docks.
Citizen and Mai stay sheltered in the alley while the goons continue on to a black ship.
The goons drop their captors unceremoniously on the tarmac as an ISSCV screams in, Soul hanging out the open hatch.
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*JadeHand, NOSkillz, Shadow (the cat, not the little girl), and Wisp join Deuce in the stairwell to the roof just as the door is blown free of it's hinges thanks to Deuce's expert pitching skills. JadeHand puts his left hand on Deuce's right shoulder to steady himself, wiping more blood from from his brow with his right arm. He gives her shoulder a little squeeze.*
"Good job, now we can't let them take off. 4 guards and maybe a pilot out there. Plus our pilot, Let's not shoot her."
*Looking around at those in the stairwell, each nods their readiness and JadeHand pushes himself up the stairs. He hears gunshots and shouting from the guards who have turned to face them. Diving to the leftof the exit, he fires several rounds at the first guard who rocks backwards and falls to the ground as the rounds penetrate his shoulder, chest, and gut.
Deuce follows behind JadeHand, spining her blades in her hands and throwing one forwards. The Blade sails through the air towards the guards, taking one of the guards in the throat, he stumbles back clutching at his throat, falling lifeless to the rooftop.
NOSkillz and Wisp are right behind them, opening fire on the final two guards. Each aiming high to avoid the squirming Quincey, now between the two guards on the rooftop. The last two guards are hit several times in the shoulders and one in the head. Just as the pilot comes around from the helicopters cockpit, fumbling with his pistol. he his immediately taken to the ground by Shadow who pounces on and growls at him.
Deuce runs to her 'sister' and slices her bonds free.*
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There are tears in Quincey's eyes as Deuce cuts her loose. "Hi, there, Bride2!"
Deuce smiles. "Hi, yourself, Bride5. Ready to take us all out of here in that chopper?"
"Oh, YES! And thank you all for coming for me!"
Quincey, Bride5
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As the rescuers are dragging the wounded Jadehand to the helicopter, a figure appears in the doorway to the stairs. The person seems bloody, burned, and beaten. It is Mister Chin.
Deuce, Wisp, and N0Skillz jump forward as Quincey keeps dragging Jadehand. Shadow the tiger growls. Wisp and N0Skillz level their weapons at the old martial arts master.
Deuce is shocked. “No way! No gorram way! You can’t be alive.”
Wisp aims, “I’ll see if I can fix that!”
Mister Chin shakes his head. “There will be no need for that, young sir.” To Quincey, Mister Chin bows deeply. “Mei-ling, Kuin, I shall convey your regrets to Mister Lu Chin and your honorable father, and inform them that your wedding is off. Fare you well!” Mister Chin backs down a few steps, then turns to walk down the stairs.
Quincey rubs a tear away, then says, "Let's go while we still can. I love you all for rescuing me!" As she looks from face to face, her gaze settles on Wisp. "Uh, hey, who are you?"
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