Chuck
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Gimme somethin ta shoot...
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Mercs
Oct 2, 2006 13:59:39 GMT
Post by Chuck on Oct 2, 2006 13:59:39 GMT
Yo, I'm making this thread cuz no one else has made a good one. Anyway, feel free to join in.
*A man in a jet black Lamborghini pulls up into the drive of a run down factory. He parks, and a man wearing an equally black suit steps out of the car. A homeless man gives him a stare* Homeless man: Mrh... Nice car buddy... *He walks forward, barely acknowledging the bum. As he walks away, the car explodes* Merc: Hmf. Should have known I was being tracked. *His cell phone rings. He picks up* Voice: I need you to do a job for me. Merc: I'm listening... Voice: It seems that our Malton research center has failed. We want you to go there, pick up any intel left, and destroy any remenents of our presence. Got it? Merc: And the pay?... Voice: 10 million dollars. All in cash. Merc: Got it. *He hangs up* I'm gonna need some help for this one...
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Mercs
Oct 31, 2006 17:03:15 GMT
Post by turokgmt on Oct 31, 2006 17:03:15 GMT
Watching from behind the hastily erected barricades of a nearby house, the police officer silently cursed the newcomer for making so much noise....the zeds would soon be attracted to the burning, looking for fresh, cooked meat to satiate their terrible hunger.
This place wouldn't be safe much longer...time to move. Time to survive.
The officer switched his radio over to scan the local signals, searching for other survivor groups he could trade scavenged materials with; ammunition was useful, but you couldn't eat it...
Dunhills seemed to have a functioning militia organised by the remaining officers there, perhaps he should pay them a visit...
Shouldering his pack and checking the ammunition in his police issue revolver, the policeman left quietly through the back door, pausing only to leave a quick spraypainted warning to anyone that might be foolish enough to try and stay in this area tonight, and headed off in the opposite direction of the newcomer...
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