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| Strompy | Nov 17 2015, 02:18 AM Post #3331 |
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"Yeah okay. Andy can you please unlock the door?" Brandon asked, looking at the shotgun he was carrying. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 17 2015, 02:32 AM Post #3332 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Andy looked nervously from the door they entered to the door they wanted to. Her words were probably just empty bravado, but he had to admit, they were kind of getting to him. He didn’t like the thought of being hunted by these people. There was no time to think about it now, though, so he went ahead and followed Brandon’s instructions. What he guessed were Brandon’s instructions, at least, from the glance he gave his Mossberg. He approached the door, stepped out of the way, and fired at the lock. BOOM! |
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| Strompy | Nov 17 2015, 02:51 AM Post #3333 |
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Brandon immediately followed the blast. There were still splinters flying through the air as he barged into the office with his pistol raised. Leonora was there. She was armed. The blast probably shocked her because she hesitated, that and she may not have ever pulled the trigger on somebody herself before. Brandon didn't. He fired and hit her in the shoulder. Painful, but not immediately fatal at least. There were a lot of wounds that needed looking at now. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 17 2015, 03:02 AM Post #3334 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Leonora cried out in pain and felt her weapon slip from her hands. Her mind struggled to process what had happened. I’ve been… I’ve been… Before this moment, she had never even been in a firefight before. The Bishop and his trainees took care of that part. Her job was management. She was supposed to keep the depot running smoothly, keep people coming in and out. She was beginning to realize how drastically she had failed. I’ve been shot! “You… you bastard!” she cried out, as she clutched the wound in her shoulder and doubled over in her chair. “Do you have any idea what you…” She trailed off, her words lost in a moan of pain. When she regained her senses, she looked up and stared fire at her attacker. “Of course you don’t!” she screamed. “You’re lost! You’re blind! You’re a remnant! You might as well be fallen!” |
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| Strompy | Nov 17 2015, 03:43 AM Post #3335 |
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"I'm Brandon Ferdinand Keenan." he corrected her as he made his way across the office. "And you're a cunt." he added as he kicked her gun across the room. He picked up the radio she had on her and pressed down the button. "We've got your mom. Unless you want me to put a hole in her liver you're going to back down right now. I'm going to start making demands, and you're going to comply or I'm going to hurt her and make you listen to her scream. Do you understand?" he said after taking a small breath to calm down. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 17 2015, 04:04 AM Post #3336 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Leonora winced from the throbbing pain in her shoulder. She held onto it all the same, afraid of how the blood leaked out faster when she didn’t. A long silence followed his request. Leonora wasn’t surprised by the lack of reaction. His message was heard, however, she was sure of that. There were still men sweeping the depot for any sign of the guests, though they had probably headed back to the office after all those gunshots earlier. The train was gone, however. It would be incommunicado until it neared its destination. Normally, that fact was an inconvenience. Not today. Today it just meant Brandon’s terrorist threats would be ineffective. “Now what!?” she spat at him, literally as well as figuratively. “I told you, you stupid, damned soul – your friends are gone!” * * * Annie could hear the train moving steadily along its tracks now. The rhythmic click-clacking as it glided along the tracks was frightening in a way she never would have imagined. More frightening, however, was the knowledge that there was nothing she could to stop it. Between her, Willow, Riley and Ruby, they had searched every nook and cranny in the department and had found nothing. “Stop the train!” Ruby was screaming. “Come on – stop the train!” “Let us out of here! Let us out!” Riley was screaming too. “Let us out!” Annie slumped against one of the four cold compartment walls. She looked as Riley and Ruby kept looking around desperately, taking turns yelling unanswered pleas. They were likely trying to stave off the defeat that Annie was feeling. Then Annie looked at Willow. She was frightened even more, but in a different way. “Willow are you…?” |
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| Strompy | Nov 17 2015, 04:17 AM Post #3337 |
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"Then I guess we're going for a drive." Brandon said before grabbing Leonora by the shoulders and forcing her up out of her chair. He forced her arms behind her back and slapped Emily's handcuffs on her. "They here yet?" Bandon asked the others. ... Emily looked around the corner of the building she was taking cover behind. A few of those goons were right on her tail just a few moments ago. She spotted one of them behind a car. She was about to open fire on him when another man appeared next to him with a radio in hand and a troubled look on his face. The men looked back the way they came, and then back at Emily before skulking backwards and out of sight. She assumed that was a good thing, or more accurately she hoped it was. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 17 2015, 04:34 AM Post #3338 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Andy helped Emmett back to his feet, then shook his head nervously at Brandon’s question. The way Leonora was insisting that the others were gone was making him anxious. “Her people? I don’t know,” he responded. “I guess we’ll find out. You mind running me through your plan again?” Beside him, Emmett was a little wobbly, but he was standing up on his own again. They both gripped their weapons, ready to follow Brandon and his hostage wherever he intended to lead them. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 17 2015, 04:40 AM Post #3339 |
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Is that so?
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"I-I'm fine!" Willow barked defensively and turned away from Annie. Now that the train was moving and there was no clear way out of it, her heart was pounding in her chest and her breathing was heavy. She knew she was blatantly lying to Annie -- and she knew Annie knew that. She wasn't fine. All of this wasn't fine. She was so scared that the urge to puke had returned again in full force and it took everything she had to fight it back; she was so scared that she wanted to curl into a ball away from the eyes of everyone and just hide until it was all over. And to make matters worse, Riley and Ruby's panicked screaming was doing little to calm her down. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Willow wiped a hand across her face. She was shocked to feel a moist layer of sweat get smeared across her face with her hand. And then she realized it wasn't just her face, but her entire body was drenched in sweat. Have I been sweating this hard the whole time? * * * * * Antonio nodded his head at Connor's words. His worries were completely understandable. Right now, he should be worried about his mom. The fact that he shot someone could wait until this mess was sorted out and this place was safely behind them. "It's good that we're not leaving until we find her then." He told Connor confidently before glancing over his shoulder toward the front of the RV. "How are we looking up there, Hank?" |
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| Strompy | Nov 17 2015, 04:56 AM Post #3340 |
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"We're going outside. Radio Hank, tell him to bring the RV around. Then watch our flanks, they'll try sneaking up on us and eventually we'll be surrounded." he said, masking his nervousness. He handed the two-way that could contact the RV to Andy. Sneaking out of this place again after taking Leonora was impossible. They were going to leave this place or die. Everyone, including Leonora's men knew those were the only outcomes, and if they died Leonora was going down with them. He kept the hammer back and his finger on the trigger. One twitch of his finger and Leonora was dead. He pressed the barrel hard into her back and started marching her forward towards the front door. Before he got there he took her radio out again and pressed down. "I know some of you dipshits have radios. We're coming out. I've got a gun to Leonora's back. Shoot me and I twitch, and she dies. One single person opens fire on us and I will send this fucking bitch to hell. There's an RV coming this way. It's going to get here unscathed, or I'm going to send this fucking bitch to hell. We're going to drive back out with her and we're not going to be followed, or I will send this fucking bitch to hell! I'll contact you when we're ready to make an exchange for her. Until then, swallow your pride and do as I tell you." he warned them, and hoped they cared more about Leonora's safety than whatever fucked up ideology they were into. He took a deep breath, steadied his trembling jaw and walked Leonora forward. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 17 2015, 05:49 AM Post #3341 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Now, boss,” Andy’s voice crackled from over the radio. Hank inhaled and turned back to Antonio. He opened his mouth and closed it. He decided to let Andy’s reply serve as an answer. He faced forward again and started the car. * * * Handcuffed, Leonora had no choice but to leave her wound alone. All she could do was grimace her way through the pain as Brandon led her outside. It hurt enough that she barely noticed the gun jabbed into her back, except when Brandon subconsciously jabbed her harder to make a point. How did it come to this? she wondered again. They exited the front door and were greeted by a ring of her children, all with weapons drawn, all with varying degrees of frustration on their face. She knew most of them well enough to know what they were thinking. Some were more worried than angry. Some more angry than worried. But the two emotions were present in them all. On the way out, Andy had talked into the two-way that Brandon had passed him, then dropped into his pocket. Now, Leonora could hear the low rumble of the RV’s engine as it approached. “Just… do what he says…” Leonora said. A wave of shame flushed through her, and she closed her eyes. She couldn’t bear to face her children. The sound of the RV got louder, however, and no gunshots erupted. So they must have done as she asked. They kept walking, slower now. None of Leonora’s children spoke, as stoic as they were, but Andy did. Unlike Brandon, the bigger man’s nerves were more obvious in his voice. “Okay… what’s step two?” he asked. * * * Annie couldn’t even bring herself to frown – the situation had deteriorated beyond that. Bad news was starting to seem distressingly normal. She didn’t even know what was wrong with Willow now. It could have been a side effect of the drug they dosed her with, or it could have been good old fashioned withdrawals. If she had been making a good faith effort to get off the painkillers for Brandon’s sake, those probably would have kicked in about now. Of course, it hardly mattered either way. The headline was it was happening, and Annie needed to deal with it. Sighing, she crawled over to examine her patient and friend. She tried to tune out Ruby and Riley’s continued panicked shouting, and now the bawling of little CJ. It was a lot of noise to ignore, but she tried. Without asking permission, she put a hand to Willow’s cheek and found it was damp. “You need water,” she said, retracting her hand. “Help! Anyone!” Riley yelled. Annie turned and looked up at Hank’s sister. “That’s enough.” Riley’s gaze snapped on her. “What?” “They know we’re here, and they’re not helping,” Annie said. “Save your energy.” Ruby quieted down. Riley was more indignant. “So what?! We’re supposed to give up?!” the older red-head asked. Annie shook her head. “No,” she said. “You’re supposed to save your energy.” Annie got up and walked to where Riley was standing, facing one of the walls. Riley stepped aside. Annie started banging it. “What are you doing?” Riley arched an eyebrow in annoyance. “You just said…” “One of us is sick!” Annie yelled, her voice more controlled than either of the Kelly’s. “She needs water!” There was no answer. She pounded her fist against the wall a few more times. “I don’t think you kidnapped us just to watch us die!” Annie yelled again, loud but still calm. Again, no answer. But this time, she heard movement. Movement coming from another cart. |
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| Strompy | Nov 17 2015, 06:12 AM Post #3342 |
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"Just keep walking. Once Hank gets here we get on the RV and we drive away. No shooting. All civil, we all understand each other just fine now. Just don't take your eyes off these guys." Brandon said in a soothing tone. "Make a hole." Brandon ordered as they approached the ring of gunmen. His eyes scanned left and right as they walked. "Emily. You out there?" he called out. "Yeah." he heard her respond clearly through the dreadful calm. "We're leaving." Brandon explained. "Cool." she replied. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Nov 17 2015, 06:12 AM Post #3343 |
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"Hey, you're overreacting!" Willow protested. Why was Annie so insistent that something was wrong with her? She felt fine! Or at least she felt as fine as she could given where they were right now and the position they found themselves in. It was a miracle she had enough coherency about her to even discuss all of this with Annie. Willow had to assure her that she was fine. She made the mistake of stepping forward with her left leg first. A swift and relatively minor stab of pain in her thigh was met by an involuntary twitch and weakness throughout the same leg. She wobbled and fell forward. She managed to avoid hurting herself further by bearing the brunt of the impact on her right shoulder, but a wave of nausea swept over her from the impact anyway. That was the second time in a few minutes her legs had buckled under her. Okay... maybe something is a little wrong here. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Nov 17 2015, 06:25 AM Post #3344 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Andy tried to keep his breathing steady. He tried not to focus on how they were surrounded by guys with guns – guys who could blow them all away if they got the impulse. That became harder when one of them stepped in Brandon’s way, blocking the entrance to the RV. “Not her,” he said, his voice scratchy but serious. Andy was pretty sure he didn’t mean Emily. |
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| Strompy | Nov 17 2015, 06:37 AM Post #3345 |
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"We're dead the moment we turn her over. You get her back when and how I say you do. She's safe as long as you do what I tell you. Right now you're killing her, so fucking move." Brandon warned him, giving Leonora's shoulder a little squeeze. |
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