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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/26/2016 4:36:15 AM
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[i]He wasn't used to this sort of music, but he tried his best to fit in with the crowds, doing surprisingly well. Dancing wasn't a strong suit of his, but he could do it. He smirked at Riley, and spoke.[/i]
Oh no... I can feel my life just bleeding out of me...
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"Now what?" [i] Audrey asked, hurrying to catch up beside him.[/i]
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Need a ride to the carrier, unless they don't have any tech that hinders teleportation. [i]He replied, not even turning around to look at her.[/i]
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"We have people with teleportation powers here. Chances are they might in case someone gets any ideas." [i] Audrey states quietly. Right now, Jackson was plain scary. [/i]
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Then I need something to get me to that ship. [i]He said, looking for any potentially small-enough craft. This plan was ludicrous, he'd have to approach the carrier undetected under radar nets, sonar, and visual scanning. But, he wasn't about to let Riley bite the bullet.[/i]
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"If you're crazy enough to get someone to fly you there. Someone with super speed.. there's all kinds of people who could do it. This place is littered with a million different powers." [i] She said. So Jackson would have to hire someone, or make good friends really fast. [/i]
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Well, I do have one someone who can help, but I guarantee I'll have that carrier beyond angry. [i]He said. Wilson had the Vertibird. While the gunship was a target, it was heavily armored, and if Wilson could just pass overhead, Wolfe would have a way onto the ship. And so, he called Wilson, establishing a secure comms link with him.[/i] Wilson, I need you and the Vertibird. Coordinates as follows. High-speed low pass overtop of a carrier. You can leave as soon as I'm out. [i]A voice replied over his headset.[/i] Dammit kid leave me alone. Wilson. I need your help. Seriously. [i]A sigh.[/i] Alright fine. Give me ten minutes.
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"Is he going to help you?" [i] Audrey asked.[/i]
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Yeah. [i]He said.[/i]
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"Ok then.." [i] She says, folding her arms and hugging them tightly to her body in the small dress she wore.[/i] "I suppose if I hear explosions and gunfire, it's you. Don't die Jackson."
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I won't. [i]He said. In reality, he was never sure if he'd survive. That was just part of the job. If he had to die to save Riley, so be it.[/i]
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"Ok." [i] She says, turning her back and walking down the boardwalk, off into the night. [/i]
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"You only have about twelve years on me old man. Don't play father to angsty teen with me." [i] Lance said. Another one of those mysteries that he'd never Stated out loud, but had always implied. He looked only a few years older than Jackson, but that was literally impossible. And it'd been over a decade since Venom, and Lance hadn't aged a year. [/i] "My wife. Thoughts get too heavy sometimes. Debating drowning myself in a bottle of scotch, but that's no good for anyone."
