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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/29/2016 10:00:25 PM
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[i]Jackson slammed the man hard into the railing that lined the boardwalk, the railing cracking as the man's back made contact with it.[/i]
You're not going to be doing much with money if you're paralyzed. Can't get women and drive fast cars when you're a cripple.
[i]He said, an almost calm and amused tone to his voice. Besides, unless he got Wilson on the line again, he didn't have money on him.[/i]
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[i] Audrey stepped forward and shoved a wad of cash into the man's pocket, considering his hands were occupied with scrabbling at Jackson's gauntlet. It was maybe a half dozen bills, but they were hundreds.[/i] "Drop him Jackson." [i] She said quietly. [/i]
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[i]He let go of the man, gaze remaining locked on him. This was an unbridled anger... but he knew that this man had information he needed, and thus he complied with Audrey.[/i]
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"That's Unity's mark. They're new in the city, moved in after the Gypsies were killed." [i] He said, massaging his throat with his hands where Jackson had grabbed him.[/i] "Powered people have been turning up missing. No one important, little street thugs no one misses. That cards left at every one of their abduction sites."
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 11/30/2016 4:50:56 AMYou know where they operate out of? [i]Wolfe replied.[/i]
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"Not necessarily, but there's an aircraft carrier off the coast that hasn't ever been there. Seems kinda suspicious to me." [i] He says with a shrug. [/i]
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[i]Carriers... great. Lots of room to cover and swarms of baddies, plus he was gonna have to do this on his own... oh joy. Wolfe briefly contemplated shooting the man, but realized that it would likely only draw attention, and so he headed on further to the end of the boardwalk. He needed to get a visual on this ship, better yet, he needed to get to it.[/i]
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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."
