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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 6 2015, 03:56 AM Post #3241 |
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Willow was getting a weird vibe from the room. Though she couldn't explain it, it felt intimidating. Something about the atmosphere was pretty heavy. For the first time since she had decided to come plea Eli's case, she felt uneasy. But steeled herself and pushed the concern aside. She convinced herself that she was just imagining things. These people had been nothing but forthcoming with them so far, even if they were kinda weird and cult-like. "Thank you." Willow accepted Leonora's offer for a seat. Remember, you have to look and feel confident. Don't come across as weak or as rude. "I'm sorry if this is a bad time." She crossed her legs and folded her hands over her raised knee -- only after she made the movement did she realize how uncomfortable that was on her hurt leg. "But I was hoping we could talk about Eli." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 6 2015, 04:05 AM Post #3242 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Of course,” Leonora said, then looked up at Emmett. Emmett stared back at her, careful to remain his dispassionate self. He realized he was surrounded – and by men who seemed frighteningly capable. It was clear to him now that he was insufficient back-up. More should have come. But since it was just him, he didn’t want to seem any more threatening than his regular appearance would suggest. “I prefer to stand,” he said, heading off the repeated suggestion he could see coming. Leonora shrugged pleasantly – too pleasantly Emmett thought, even for these people – then turned back to Willow. “Since you came to me, perhaps you’d like to start the discussion?” * * * By the time he arrived by the dumpster outside the hotel, Noah’s heart was beating fast enough to tear a hole through his chest. He fought hard to stave off the panic and regret that threatened to overpower him. He had only done that before one time, and that time was an accident – an unfortunate incident that spiralled drunkenly out of control before his eyes and left him no choice. He tried to tell himself that this was the same thing. That he didn’t have a choice now, either. That leaving Lowell in his cell to rot was simply an impossibility. “Did you get it?” he asked Alma first. She had been waiting there for him. Of course she was. She had always been amazing at this kind of thing, and she was still amazing, even with only one arm. The one arm might have even helped her – it might have caused her mark to lower his guard more than he would have. “I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t,” she answered. She quickly waved the keys in front of him, then quickly pocketed them. “How about you?” she asked. He took a deep breath, and then removed his hand from his pocket to reveal the ironwood handle of his knife. When the knife had been seized after the confrontation in the hallway, Noah had pleaded with the guard who took it to keep it safe. He had said it was an heirloom and all he had left of his family – which had the benefit of being true. The guard had promised to watch over it personally. Once he and Alma had settled on a plan, Noah tracked down that guard and waited until he had to go to the bathroom. Then Noah followed him in. There was still blood on the blade. Noah cringed as he wiped it off, before hiding it once again. “Good,” Alma said, unfazed by the sight. “You ready?” “Yes,” Noah lied. “Then let’s do this.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 6 2015, 04:18 AM Post #3243 |
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"I understand that your time is valuable, so I will not waste it." Willow began. Well, there was that and the fact that she wanted to be out here as quickly as possible. She hoped that their movements were just a sort of precaution against people meeting with Leonora after the incident earlier or a form of brute force intimidation. She hoped that it was nothing more than that. "I won't ask you or your people to forgive Eli for his... being Eli. But I know you value peaceful resolutions just like I do. So I want you to consider exiling Eli for his crimes." Willow suggested to Leonora. "Then we will take him from your settlement and you will never see or hear from him again." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 6 2015, 05:30 AM Post #3244 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Leonora nodded her head, seemingly considering Willow’s words. “You’re very upfront, Willow, and I appreciate that,” she said. “I will consider your proposal. If you don’t mind me asking, where would you take Eli? Am I right to conclude you all still plan to head west? Together?” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 6 2015, 06:10 AM Post #3245 |
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So far so good. Willow tried to keep a positive outlook on her situation. Maybe this really is just a security thing. I mean, after Eli shot somebody earlier, I guess I can understand the extra measures. I'd be pretty cautious in her shoes too. "Our plan is still to head west. Together." She confirmed for Leonora. * * * * * Nolan had been pacing up and down the hallway for a while now. Mentally, he wrestled with Willow's words. She told him to wait for an hour or two before apologizing to Eli -- and on paper that made sense. But this was Eli they were talking about here. Nolan didn't think he had ever seen the guy smile before. His emotions seemed to span from 'mildly displeased' at best to 'murderous rage' at worst. He found himself doubting whether waiting an hour or two would really make a difference. "Yeah, what's the worst that could happen?" Nolan asked himself out loud. "Eli is a little more mad than usual? I'll deal with that if I can get this off my chest in exchange for it." He didn't turn back around this time; he kept walking down the hallway and toward the stairs. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 6 2015, 06:14 AM Post #3246 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Leonora was silent for a few long moments as she again considered Willow’s answer. Then she looked up and gave her men a look that made Emmett extremely uneasy. He looked left and right at them, but couldn’t get one of them to look back. “I see,” Leonora said. “And you still won’t consider giving our community a chance?” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 6 2015, 06:54 AM Post #3247 |
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Is that so?
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Willow caught the odd look Leonora gave her men. It sent a quick chill down her spine. She unfolded her hands and stuck her thumbs in the pockets of her jeans. With her right thumb, she could feel the base of the butterfly knife she had taken from Jen's belongings. Since it was so small, she had been able to hide it during the confiscation of their weapons. If Leonora was not the benevolent leader she had painted herself to be, and these big ass guys were about to try something, then at least she would have a chance against them with this. Not much of one, but it was better than none. The old me would be freaking out right now. Panicking and shaking and it would be terrible. And I'm still scared, but now... now I can actually operate. This is good. As good as it could be, at least. Better than the alternative. "Unfortunately not." Willow apologized. "We're pretty dead set on California right now. We have family there we want to find if possible. Even if you say that there's nothing out there, we still want to try. Family is important to us, you know?" * * * * * It was nice to be outside. Even if it was a bit brisk, it felt good to be out in the sun and not have rotters or something trying to chase after you. It was a feeling Kelsey had almost forgotten, since normally if you were outside, you were in danger. It was like being in Flint again. Except the people were a little weirder. In front of her, Hank and Brandon were talking about things. But Kelsey wasn't particularly listening or paying attention. Their conversation didn't really involve her anyway. She looked over her shoulder and saw Nolan leaving the hotel. He looked back and forth, quickly catching sight of Kelsey and the others, but ignored them and kept going his own way. "I'm gonna go hang out with Nolan!" She announced loudly to everyone. She turned around and left Brandon, Hank, and Connor behind. As she trotted in his direction, he caught sight of her coming in his direction and stopped. He managed to smile as she got close, jumped in the air, then grabbed his arm and swung from it. "OW! OW! OW!" He screamed. "WRONG ARM!" "Oops." Kelsey let go of him and avoided eye contact. "Sorry..." "It's alright." He groaned as he rubbed his forearm. "You were just digging your fingers right into the wound. It feels better, but not that much better." "Where ya going?" She changed the subject abruptly -- a trick she had picked up over the last few weeks. "To visit Eli." He told her. "Speaking of which, you didn't get to see him earlier, did you? Cause, well... I told you not to come. Wanna come with this time?" "Sure." Seeing Eli wasn't exactly at the top of her list of things to do. But even if he was kinda creepy and scary, she did feel bad for him being thrown in prison after protecting Emily. It didn't really seem very fair. |
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| Strompy | Nov 6 2015, 12:34 PM Post #3248 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Doesn't sound much like any interview I've ever had. Seems pretty weird they'd be so private about it. You'd think they'd be eager to talk about themselves and what they'd done here. If it's a safety thing that sort of makes sense, but I mean look around, they've got guards everywhere. They're well prepared for an attack. I can tell by looking at them they've had training too, look at the trigger discipline." Brandon said as much thinking out loud as talking to Hank and also pointing out to Connor the sort of thing he should be taking note of as well. Some of the guards back at Flint were raw and it was obvious. He'd see some of them walking around with their fingers on the trigger, or resting their guns over their shoulders, all kinds of little unsafe practices like absently pointing it at their foot. These guys had an air of professionalism about them. Brandon wished that would make him feel at ease about the Kelly's safety, but it didn't. "So what kind of questions did they ask you exactly?" he asked. ... Emily cleaned herself up as best she could without water. With an angry rueful expression she looked at her bruised wrist, and smiled bitterly as the reembered clapping those cuffs on Lowell tight enough to break the skin. Why she didn't just beat the ever loving shit out of Lowell as soon as he made a move she didn't know. No more miss nice. From there on out it was "go fuck yourself" to anyone outside the group. Let Annie, Antonio, Brandon and Willow make nice, she was making it clear from now on that she wasn't to be fucked with. this no weapons shit was the first thing that had to go. With purpose she undid the screws that held the little mirror in her bathroom in place and carefully removed it from the wall. She then wrapped the mirror up in several towels and placed it on the floor. With a little force she stomped on it. There was a dull crunch as the mirror broke. She sifted through the broken glass until she found a shard that suited her purposes and began wrapping the bottom half in tape to use as a handle, then secured the impromptu blade under her shirt with another length of tape. Next person to fuck with her was getting cut somewhere that'd make them wish they were dead. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 6 2015, 06:15 PM Post #3249 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“I understand,” Leonora said. “As you might have observed, family is important to us as well. It’s just a shame you couldn’t join ours.” She looked past Willow and nodded to her men. Emmett didn’t like that nod at all. He liked it even less when Gregory took it as a signal to advance on her chair. Emmett bolted forward, ready to stand between Willow and him, and then get her the hell out of here. But Patrick moved as fast as him – he struck with his elbow right into Emmett’s gut, where he was wounded. Emmett bent over from the burst of intense pain. Then another one of the men was on him – he the biggest one in the room, as big as Emmett was. He drove his forearm into Emmett’s throat and pushed him back against the wall. Emmett tried to swing for him, but Patrick caught his arm in mid-air, then pinned that as well. Then Gregory had a needle. Emmett saw him draw it behind Willow’s back, and in one smooth, practiced motion he injected her in the shoulder. Emmett’s eyes bugged out. His worst nightmare about this meeting was unfolding right in front of him. He thrashed against the wall and his free arm flailed. The biggest of Leonora’s men kept applying pressure to his neck – right up until Emmett got a thumb in his eye, and applied some pressure himself. The big guy cried out from the pain and turned away, giving Emmett room to slip from his grasp. * * * “Mostly biographical stuff,” Hank said. “Where we were from, how old we are, how we’d gotten by since the biters – er, the fall, I mean.” Hank shrugged as they walked. He spared a quick look back at Kelsey as she went off with her brother. “And then I guess some stuff about you guys,” he admitted – he still felt a little guilty about that part, though he couldn’t articulate why. “What we knew about you, what we’d seen you do. That kind of thing.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 6 2015, 06:33 PM Post #3250 |
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SHIT! Willow's body was filled with an energy she didn't know she even had. She surged to her feet and flipped the knife out of her pocket. Even though she hadn't had much practice with it, she was somehow able to flip the knife open, spin in place, and slash the blade across Gregory's chest. With her left arm, she clutched her shoulder. "What did you inject me with!?" She demanded angrily. The knife slipped out of her hand and fell onto the floor at her feet. Her entire right arm was tingling and then going numb. Her body felt extremely heavy, but she managed to slam her left hand down onto Leonora's desk to keep herself standing. "What did you...?" Willow shook her head violently in an attempt to clear it -- her vision was blurring. A few seconds ago, she had seen Gregory and Emmett and Patrick as clear as day. But now all she could see were their blurry outlines. She was sure their lips were moving, but why couldn't she hear them talking? Were they talking to her? Was she imagining it? "What... did... youuu [size0]uu..." THWUMP! Willow never felt herself hit the ground. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 6 2015, 07:41 PM Post #3251 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Willow!” Emmett roared, as she fell over. Gregory turned around to face him, an apologetic expression his face. He had to look up from his ripped shirt. There was blood on the tips of his fingers from where he was examining himself. It looked like Willow had got a piece of him. Not a large enough piece, though. Emmett charged forward, ramming into the biggest of Leonora’s men in front of him with enough force to knock him down. He saw and heard another needle slide from his hand and under Leonora’s desk. Then he saw a hint of movement over his shoulders, so he struck behind him with his elbow, connecting with the face of another guard. He stood up straight and found Patrick next. He swung at him, but Patrick leaned out of the way. Emmett swung again, with his other hand, but Patrick dodged it just as easily. Emmett’s instincts were taking over, and his instincts wanted blood. He reached for Patrick’s neck with both his gloved hands – – only to find that he couldn’t reach. He realized that Gregory had looped his arms under his armpits and had pinned him from behind. Emmett leaned his head forward, then quickly shot it back. He felt the back of his skull make contact with Gregory’s face. Gregory cried out, but didn’t let go. Then Emmett saw Patrick coming for him. There was nothing he could do to stop his fist from connecting with his face. Hard. Stars exploded behind Emmett’s eyes, and he didn’t realize Gregory had let him go until he felt himself crumple to the floor. He tried to clear his vision to retaliate. But he could only see straight long enough to see Patrick towering over him, swinging for him again. Once he connected, the only thing Emmett could see was black. * * * “That was… messier than I would have liked,” Leonora frowned as she observed the two bodies on her office floor. “Apologies, Mother,” Gregory said. “We should have accomplished it cleaner.” His voice was nasally, and he was cupping his nose with his hand. Leonora retrieved a tissue from the box on her desk and handed it to him. He gratefully accepted. Patrick, meanwhile, was helping one of his brothers to his feet. He looked up long enough to give her a shrug. “What’s done is done,” Leonora said. “All that’s left is to look forward. Take the girl to the train. Take him away and take care of him. I can already tell he would likely be too much trouble to transport.” “I think you’re right about that, Mother,” Gregory said, wiping blood from under his nose. “Do it quietly,” she cautioned. “There are more of them to collect, and it would be better if the rest of the collections were a touch smoother.” “Of course,” said Brother Kevin – who Emmett had knocked over during the scuffle, and who was looking at his body now with derision. “We will handle it.” “Good,” Leonora said. “Now, as for those other collections…” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 6 2015, 08:16 PM Post #3252 |
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Antonio exhaled slowly as he closed his Bible. With the rush of the past few days, he had not been making time to study the good book as often as he had in the past. In hindsight, of course his spirit was going to falter and stumble if he did not ingest the Word of God. Just as his physical body would collapse without food, so too could his spiritual body crumple without its nourishment. He took a few moments to tuck the Bible back into his bag. He also went into the restroom and picked all his toiletries and hair maintenance products up off the ground and placed those back in his bag as well. He wanted to have everything packed up and ready to go. As soon as Willow got back from talking to Leonora and negotiating Eli's release, they could leave this place. That was something else that would help put his mind at ease. He slung the entire thing over his shoulder and allowed himself to smile. It felt good -- he was armed with restored faith and the knowledge they were soon to depart. I should go see how Nolan is holding up. He looked distressed after that conversation with Eli earlier. With his measly bag of possessions still in tow, Antonio left his room and traveled a few doors down to where Nolan was staying. He knocked a few times; "Nolan? Are you in there?" No answer. He opened the door to his room and peered inside. His and Kelsey's bags were both packed and placed on top of their respective beds. But their owners were nowhere to be found. Out of curiosity, he stepped the rest of the way in and let the door close behind him. Maybe he went to go see Eli? |
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| Strompy | Nov 6 2015, 08:18 PM Post #3253 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"That's kind of weird. They know we're not staying. And there are two guys following us, don't look back." Brandon said in a conversational tone. As they passed a building nearby he spotted them in the reflection of one of the windows when he turned to speak to Hank. Two guards, side by side and looking right at them. Could be harmless. Maybe they were just assigned to shadow them, they had done a lot to merit extra attention, but their stride was faster. They were coming toward them. Why? We're separated. Their error hit him in full force. They had finally let their guard down. "This is trouble, I'll bet. Hank, if something happens get Connor back to the hotel. Connor, go with him, don't fuck with me on this." Brandon said quietly as he picked up the pace slightly. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 7 2015, 04:21 AM Post #3254 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Hank looked around frantically, trying to see what had gotten Brandon so suddenly spooked. After a few seconds, he noticed the same guards Brandon did. He gulped and nodded. It’s probably nothing, he told himself. “I understand,” he said. “Fine,” Connor agreed, a note of reluctance in his voice. * * * God, what a day, Annie thought. I’ll be beyond happy when it’s over. She had thought the same thing before – many times, actually. Usually on days when they lost somebody, like Julie, or Randall, or Jen. If she really thought about it, she might have to conclude that today was better than those days, because despite all its drama, nobody died. But we did lose someone, she reminded herself. He might be alive, but he’s lost all the same. She was spared from thinking about Eli and his exile any longer by a knock on the door. She got up from the bed she was resting at to answer it. She wondered if it was Willow and Emmett, or maybe Brandon and the others – and if it was, why were they back so quickly? It turned out it was Gregory. He had stuffed a tissue in his suddenly crooked nose. Annie arched her eyebrows in alarm. “Oh God, what happened?” Annie asked, then caught herself. “And sorry, I didn’t mean to take the name in vain. It’s just… are you okay?” “I’m fine, but there was an accident,” Gregory explained. “Others are hurt worse.” “Oh… I’m sorry,” Annie said. “I was sent to ask for your help,” Gregory added. “Hank said you were a doctor.” “Uh, I am,” Annie said, taken aback. “Will you help?” She hesitated. She wondered why they needed help, since she was sure an operation this slick had its own medical personnel and procedures. But then she thought about Flint, and how many times she could have used more hands on deck when things got out of hand. She didn’t feel right denying them, so she nodded. “I’ll get my bag,” she agreed. She noticed the sad look in his eyes – and chalked it up to whatever this accident must have been. * * * Leonora had received word from Gregory. The doctor was on her way. He had convinced her she was needed at the station, and had handed her off to Martin to be escorted back. Good, Leonora thought. One down. So far so good. Gregory was on his way to the next target, Patrick was on the way to his, and Brothers Steven and Elon had reported that Brandon had been spotted on a walk with Hank and the doctor’s son. She had requested they be brought in alive if possible – especially the young one, as he would be especially malleable to the Lord’s purpose. If it turned out that wasn’t possible, however, she had told them to do what was necessary. There was a beep on her radio. She thought it might be Steven and Elon with a status report, but it was Patrick. His tone was hesitant. “Mother, they’re gone,” he said, followed by another beep. She pressed the button to respond. “Gone?” Another beep. “Missing, I mean,” Patrick reported. “They’re not here. Not Noah, not Alma. Neither of them.” Leonora exhaled and made sure she was centred before she pressed down on the button again. “Find them,” she said. “They cannot have ventured far.” “Shit. There’s something else.” Leonora closed her eyes. She chose to ignore his foul language for now. She could chastise him at a less stressful time. “Yes?” “They killed Brother Gary,” Patrick said. “Stabbed him to death.” Leonora’s breath caught in her throat. One of her own children? Killed? It was the epitome of unacceptable. She realized she had been far too patient with these people. She resolved to bring them to heel in a particularly painful way. Her finger was shaking as she pressed the button again. “Find them,” she repeated, her voice harsh. “Now.” * * * Brother Derrick – Derrick Burke, in a former life, but no more – had been warned. The events leading up to the two imprisonments had been recounted to him. He knew that this girl wasn’t just a girl. She had fought off her attacker earlier today and would likely fight harder now. That’s why they had sent him. At 6 feet, 6 inches, with dark skin and as massive tattoo of a serpent circling around his neck, he was an imposing figure. Hopefully, he was imposing enough to keep her from trying anything. Hopefully, he could inject her with the fentanyl before she made life too difficult for herself. Then she will be sent back to the farm, Derrick comforted himself with the thought. Where she will learn her proper place. A few of her friends had left, but she was reported to have stayed behind. He readied himself outside the room number he had been told was hers. He didn’t bother knocking. From what had been recounted to him, that was one of the kid’s many mistakes earlier today. Instead, he used his keys and turned the knob silently. He readied the needle with his off-hand and peered through the crack, hoping to get a location on her before he made his move. * * * Hank gulped again. The two guards that had been shadowing them picked up their speed. They were a taller red-headed young man, and a stockier but still toned dark-skinned man. The dark-skinned one gripped subtly a baton that was hanging from his belt. Or maybe it wasn’t subtle. Hank noticed it, after all. “Stop right there!” the red-head yelled when they got close. “We need to speak with you.” * * * Noah thought his heart had been beating fast before, but now he realized he didn’t know what fast was. He had never experienced fast before. Fast had been an alien concept to him. Had. But not anymore. Not after he and Alma shanked the guard in the parking lot and stole the massive all-terrain truck he was watching over. “Shit, shit, shit,” he cursed under his breath as he struggled with the wheel, tearing through the camp towards the shop-front where Lowell was being held hostage. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “Calm down,” Alma chastised him, as she bounced up and down in the passenger’s seat, gripping the pistol she had stolen from the second man Noah had killed today. “That’s real easy for you to say!” Noah frowned as he turned the monstrosity around the corner, and the shop-front came into view. There were two of Leonora’s men in front of it. When they realized what was coming, they looked confused, then alarmed, then frightened. In that order. “Step on it!” Alma ordered. It was too late to turn back now. His hands were already stained with blood. So he did. One of the guards managed to dive out of the way. The other one wasn’t so lucky. The truck collided with him and sent him flying backwards like a ragdoll. He landed in a jumble of his own limbs and didn’t get up. BANG BANG BANG! Alma was out the passenger’s side door before Noah had come to a complete stop. She got the jump on the guard that had avoided being run over. Her eyes were narrowed and her expression was grim with determination as she fired away with her off-hand, at too close a range to miss. BANG BANG BANG! “He’s dead!” Noah yelled over the din of his heartbeat. “We need to hurry!” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 7 2015, 05:10 AM Post #3255 |
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Antonio didn't have long to question where Nolan could have gone. There was a commotion out in the hallway only a few minutes later. He was certain that she heard Annie talking to Gregory and then the two of them left. And then another set of footsteps wandered by shortly after that as well. Antonio dropped his bag on the ground by the Phillips' bags and peered out the window. From his angle, he couldn't see anything suspicious going on. No, that's just my paranoia acting up again. He scolded himself. There is nothing to worry about. Something must have happened. But what was it that happened? Antonio cautiously left the hotel room. The first thing he saw was Patrick and two other men he didn't recognize walking down the hall in his direction. Maybe his were the footsteps he heard just a second ago. "Is everything okay?" Antonio inquired innocently. This doesn't feel right... * * * * * "What the fu-" The words escaped Nolan's mouth as a truck sped down the street and quickly veered into the parking lot in front of the shop where Eli was being held prisoner. And not just any truck -- that was the truck that Gregory or Patrick was really proud of. One of the two, Nolan never had enough interaction with either of them to remember who was who. But then a few seconds later, gunfire started ringing out; a series of low caliber shots. Who the hell was shooting who over there? "Kelsey." He turned to his little sister. "Go back and tell the others that something is going on." "No, we gotta stick together!" "I can handle myself, don't worry. I'm just gonna get close enough to see who it is and then I'll be right behind you." He assured her. "O-okay..." She was clearly upset with the order. But he was okay with that. He wasn't about to lead Kelsey into something dangerous. And frankly, knowing who was shooting who was important. What if it was Leonora's goons shooting Eli? What if it was someone else killing Leonora's goons? Everything was precarious enough already that this was kind of a big deal right now. Wait, what if it was Leonora's goons doing this!? Then sending Kelsey back on her own would be even more dangerous! "Actually... nevermind that." He redacted his last order. "Just stay close by, okay?" "It's not my first time in a gunfight, Nolan." Kelsey rose her eyebrows in the exaggerated tone of a child. |
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