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Post by Adrien Simard on Sept 19, 2012 14:57:00 GMT -5
"I don't know," he said.
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Post by John Jones on Sept 19, 2012 14:58:32 GMT -5
"Airports make me nervous too." Probably because metal detectors always went off when he stepped in them.
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Post by Adrien Simard on Sept 19, 2012 14:58:59 GMT -5
"It's not that," he said.
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Post by John Jones on Sept 19, 2012 15:00:55 GMT -5
"If that's not it, I'm not sure what it could be."
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Post by Adrien Simard on Sept 19, 2012 15:01:14 GMT -5
"Yeah...," he said, pulling his gun for good measure.
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Post by John Jones on Sept 19, 2012 15:02:32 GMT -5
"Guns in an airport. Never a good thing."
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Post by Adrien Simard on Sept 19, 2012 19:53:56 GMT -5
"It works if you're Interpol," he said.
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Post by John Jones on Sept 20, 2012 1:22:25 GMT -5
"I'm not Interpol, though."
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Post by Adrien Simard on Sept 20, 2012 9:56:32 GMT -5
"I am," he said.
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Post by John Jones on Sept 20, 2012 11:54:38 GMT -5
"I'll take your word for it." John whipped out his own guns.
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Post by Adrien Simard on Sept 24, 2012 13:31:49 GMT -5
He stopped, looking to see silver robotic humanoids. The Spyders.
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Post by John Jones on Sept 24, 2012 13:35:16 GMT -5
John whipped out his own guns. "What are those?"
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Post by Adrien Simard on Sept 24, 2012 13:36:57 GMT -5
"Enemies," he said, "The soldiers of our enemy."
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Post by John Jones on Sept 24, 2012 13:37:40 GMT -5
"Enemy?" he asked. "What enemy?"
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Post by Adrien Simard on Sept 24, 2012 13:39:09 GMT -5
"Data Avatars," he said, lifting his wrist, "It's Morphin Time!"
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