Nuklearlad
Black Mail Artist
I'm deep, in a "what the heck is he thinking?" kind of way
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Post by Nuklearlad on Mar 26, 2007 21:03:31 GMT -5
"THAT was disappointing. Years of titanic struggle and the great Mr. Silvertongue is taken out by one measley tank being thrown at him. Sometimes my power is as much as curse as it an asset. Well Totem, let's continue on to our true objective..."
Totem growled an indicipherable agreement. He turned back down Vermont St. and hurtled towards the shipping docks.
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The Subtle Anarchist hopped up on the curb besides Eric's "corpse" and crouched beside him. He took a large bite of out of an apple, spit out the fruit and then began happily chewing on the seeds. He gave Mr. Silvertongue's hair a ruffle.
"Fine work Silvertongue. I liked it. You went in, head down, pure impulse. Cost you a bike, but hey, Chaos is as Chaos does. Howabout that statue though? I find him terribly fun to watch. He's like change incarnate. I mean just look at how busy this street is!"
He waved his arm around the police, fire dept. and medical teams rushing around trying to stem the tide of death, pain and fear. Chuckling to himself the anarchist threw up the remainder of his apple high in the air. With a "gun" made of his thumb and index finger, he shot a spark into the small target and sprinkled the scene with steaming hot apple sauce.
"We should go. He'll run out of stuff to break soon and then this little amusement will be over."
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Nuklearlad
Black Mail Artist
I'm deep, in a "what the heck is he thinking?" kind of way
Posts: 141
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Post by Nuklearlad on Apr 1, 2007 11:43:01 GMT -5
Jeff Braddock was shipping dock worker. Intrepid City was a pretty big port with all sorts of different things coming through. 5 Research Facilities, 3 Zoos, and 12 prisons were in the Intrepid area. "I've seen it all." was Braddock's motto. Tigers, Murderers, Shrink Rays, Some odd combinations of the three. With all the sights he's seen, Braddock is a very difficult man to shock. So when a giant statue of a man bared down on the docks smashing everything in sight while the police fired ineffectually at it, Braddock stayed quite calm. Men and women screamed, dived headfirst into the water, starting throwing wrenches and pry-bars at Totem uselessly. Jeff turned quickly and calmly to one of the few private boats on the docks. A small speedboat that belongs to one of the factory's owners. The owner had brought it to do some inspections. Jeff jumped down, untied the boat from the dock and took off at full speed. He wondered idly how far it was to Africa...
Totem smashed down entire walls of factories and roared. Solanum watches as his puppet made his way, as ordered, to an oil tanker on the far end the yard. The importance was simple. This tanker wasn't carrying oil, but radioactive materials. A simple break in the hull of that ship will poison the entire coast of Intrepid. Now, on to more important matters...
Solanum spoke quickly into the radio to his team. Highly trained paramilitary. They were coming up out of the water wearing scuba gear, having been in position to monitor the dock for days."Find the H.M.S. Constellation at Pier 138. It will hold the Micro Biotic Condenser. A large steel crate marked: 1MC-1.21; They'll be an unmarked van waiting for it. I highly doubt any security forces will be around to stop you... Totem is having an easy time of it. Although I'm starting to think he wasn't even necessary. Old man Silvertongue is apparently over the hill and there appears to be no one else to stand in our way.
The commander of the team muttered his affirmative and raised his hand signals for his team to see. Time to go to work.
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