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Post by John Jones on Sept 24, 2012 13:40:27 GMT -5
John raised an eyebrow. "That sounds stupid." he commented. "Toa Kaita."
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Post by Adrien Simard on Sept 24, 2012 13:40:54 GMT -5
"What?" he questioned back.
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Post by John Jones on Sept 24, 2012 13:45:24 GMT -5
"That morphing call. Sounded silly." he commented, lifting the DriBlade.
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Post by Adrien Simard on Sept 24, 2012 13:46:24 GMT -5
"And what does yours mean?" he questioned, summoning both weapons and firing on two Spyders.
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Post by John Jones on Sept 24, 2012 14:04:02 GMT -5
"Long forgotten language." he said, jumping a Spyder and cutting it down.
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Post by Adrien Simard on Sept 24, 2012 14:09:17 GMT -5
He nodded, running in and slashing one, spinning his weapon around and them impaling it through the face. He turned and shot two blasts into another's chest as it came at him.
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Post by John Jones on Sept 24, 2012 14:10:29 GMT -5
Drawing the Morphin Blaster, John shot at more of the approaching Spyders.
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Post by Adrien Simard on Sept 24, 2012 14:13:00 GMT -5
Soon the two managed to wipe them out. He removed his helmet and looked to John, "Let's go."
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Post by John Jones on Sept 24, 2012 14:16:08 GMT -5
"Before more of these come? Good idea." John demorphed.
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Post by Adrien Simard on Sept 24, 2012 14:16:40 GMT -5
"Yeah," he said,"Come on," he ran ahead, looking for their plane Interpol had arranged.
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Post by John Jones on Sept 24, 2012 14:20:12 GMT -5
John followed, keeping one hand under his coat, just in case.
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Post by Adrien Simard on Sept 24, 2012 14:22:07 GMT -5
It didn't take long to get to their private plane. It was ready as soon as they got on, and took off.
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Post by John Jones on Sept 24, 2012 14:26:28 GMT -5
John relaxed into his chair. "How soon until we get to your headquarters?"
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Post by Adrien Simard on Sept 24, 2012 14:27:36 GMT -5
"Not too long," he said, his suit gone.
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Post by John Jones on Sept 24, 2012 14:30:02 GMT -5
"Good. I don't want to get attacked again."
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