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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 1, 2006 15:55:26 GMT
Bobby rolls his eyes and takes Sharky out of John’s hand. "Fine… there. Guys, you do realize that internal combustion engines involve combustion, right?" He shakes his head, almost amused, as Toni pulls the car out. The second (third? fourth?) wave of Madrii come pouring out the front door as they pull out, peppering the rear of the car with bullets, and Bobby winces as he turns to watch them through the rear-view mirror.
Fortunately, none of them have brought out heavy artillery yet. But it’s just a matter of time. "Toni, can you make this tank go any faster?" He tries to keep his voice cool and collected, with very little success.
As the gunfire fades away behind them Bobby slips Sharky into his pocket, still not quite sure why John offered it to him. (He ignores the quiet voice calling him a liar. If he’s lying, there’s good reasons for it.) He continues to grip his machine pistol, almost caressing it.
I suppose I’d better get used to carrying one of these around, now… I bet the Danger Room has a target-practice setting. Wonder if they make ‘em in plastic?
Later, he’ll feel bad that it never occurred to him to wonder about what’s happening at Neverland, but right now he just doesn’t care, and as the adrenalin finally gives out he gives in to the unconsciousness he’s been postponing for a very long time.
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