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Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 17, 2013 17:13:59 GMT
"That was awkward." Tristan said, letting go of his revolver.
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Post by Cass Hoban on Jul 17, 2013 17:15:39 GMT
"I don't like it," Tear said, "Something feels really off with him."
After a little time during travel, something hit the train.
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Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 17, 2013 17:16:03 GMT
Tristan lurched forward. "What was that?"
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Post by Cass Hoban on Jul 17, 2013 17:17:33 GMT
"If I had to guess, our cyborg suited friend," Cass said, moving through the train towards the source of the hit, gun drawn.
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Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 17, 2013 17:19:38 GMT
"Right. I'll, um..." Tristan looked at Cass, then at Tear, then at Cass again. "Alright." he withdrew his revolver and stayed by the half-Azerin.
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Post by Cass Hoban on Jul 17, 2013 17:20:54 GMT
Tear followed after Cass, her third eye appearing as a crystal on her forehead. She was going to at least try, so she didn't end up dying or being captured by Liam's soldier.
Cass opened the next compartment. People saw a gun and panicked, moving aside for him. One person wanted to try to be a hero, but Tear stopped him with a mental jolt upon eye contact. One more compartment up, they saw a large hole missing in the side of the train, and the suited man stepping through.
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Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 17, 2013 17:23:44 GMT
"There's our guy." Tristan cocked his revolver.
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Post by Cass Hoban on Jul 17, 2013 17:25:14 GMT
Cass lifted his weapon as well. The suited man turned, drawing his sword up towards them, ready to rush them.
"Give me the eye and the girl, and I'll let you live," he told them.
"No," Cass told him, firing for his head. The man's suit pushed his reflexes to the limit, and he caught the bullet on the flat of his sword.
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Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 17, 2013 17:26:40 GMT
Tristan's mouth comically dropped open. "Seriously?"
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Post by Cass Hoban on Jul 17, 2013 17:27:50 GMT
Cass quickly lifted his gun and shot out the light, plunging them into momentary darkness. He pushed them back into the previous train car and kept backing up, gun aimed at the door.
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Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 17, 2013 17:29:10 GMT
"Hope you know what you're doing." Tristan backed up with him.
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Post by Cass Hoban on Jul 17, 2013 17:30:46 GMT
"I don't," Tristan told him.
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Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 17, 2013 17:31:24 GMT
"That's reassuring." Tristan suddenly felt himself grow hot around the collar. Probably the nerves.
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Post by Cass Hoban on Jul 17, 2013 17:32:22 GMT
"Our best bet is hitting him from two sides," he said, "One of us from the front; he blocks the bullet. One from the back, to the head. Unless he avoids it, it should work."
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Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 17, 2013 17:33:31 GMT
"It's a plan." Tristan agreed. "I'll go from the front."
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