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originally posted in:The New Dojo
4/29/2017 9:38:20 PM
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"I bet the people in the building would appreciate the show though."
She continued laughing and wiping.
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"Then...we take them down together?" Henry asked her as he drew his silenced p99 pistol. "It's an easy enough shot I suppose."
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"Miss and I'm dead. You ready?" Lyn formed one of the short swords in her right hand.
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"Well, since you couldn't help but put pressure on the situation, I'm as ready as I'll ever be." He told her with a smile.
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"On three. One. Two..." Lyn became a blur and in a flash aimed a stab at the one guard's neck.
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The blade went through the man's throat and blood drained onto the floor. The other exo raised his gun but his face immediately became red with blood as he fell limp to the floor. Henry turned around from the doorway and walked up to Lyn. "Well that was clean enough don't you think?" He asked her.
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"It's fine. We'll be in and out real fast, right?" Lyn's sword then vanished and she relaxed a little.
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"Damn right." Henry affirmed. He looked at the double door ahead of him. "Lance should be in here. Let's do this." He told Lyn as he approached the door.
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"Lets do this." Lyn followed right behind him, cautiously glancing around.
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Henry pushed open the door with Lyn following behind him. The room had a large window that shined light into its tanned interior. There was a long brown board room table. At the table were six men. One In particular stood out to Lyn. It was a skinny man with a bald head and tanned skin. He wore a set of black aviators inside and his brown suit with brown tie stuck out like a sore thumb. He had a thick moustache but no beard and a large cigar made its home on the corner of his mouth. "Evening gentlemen!" Henry greeted as he showed off his pistol. "Ah shit." Said the sunglass worn man. "Lance! So good to see you!" Henry exclaimed as he walked over to him. "Lyn, mind closing the door real quick? Please?"
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"...Sure." Lyn closed the doors quickly before she turned around to face Lance.
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"Henry. How the hell did you get in here?" Lance asked the rebel leader. "You were a damned accountant last time I saw you."
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"Shut up." A green knife whizzed by Lance's head. "We'll ask the questions." Lyn's voice showed no emotion, but a hint of anger.
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"Holy shit relax!" Lance told Lyn. The other board room members looked at the duo in fear. They were all rather scrawny looking and had suits on. Corporate lackies could be the first thing that came to Lyn's mind. "Ohhhhh boy. Those were the wrong words pal." Henry told Lance.
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Edited by Stitch: 5/5/2017 11:32:01 PM"Are telling me what to do?!" Lyn formed a javelin in one hand and acted like she was about to throw it. "I'll kill you where you sit, *sshole!"
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"Whoa! Lyn! Relax!" Henry said as he played along. He knelt beside Lance and met his face. "See, Lance, you best start telling me about the slave collar codes. You wouldn't want to upset the lady now would you?" "She's not already upset?!" Lance asked with a quiver.
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"I'M NOT UPSET!" She bashed her fist on the table and cracked it. "Do you want to see me upset?!"
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 5/8/2017 9:11:27 PM"NO! OH GOD WHY?!" Lance exclaimed as he shook in fear.
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"ANSWER THE F*CKING QUESTION YOU PIECE OF WORTHLESS SH*T!" Lyn's eyes began to glow a faint green.
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"WAAAAAAAAAH!" Lance let out. "Okay! Okay! B-but if I tell you then Faolin will-" "Lance, pal, you really shouldn't be worrying about Faolin right now." Henry told Lance as he gestured to Lyn again. Lance looked at Lyn, then down at the table. "O-okay! Fine! Jesus. The code...is Regicide." "Regicide...?" Henry asked skeptically.
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"Better be telling the truth, b*tch!" Lyn snarled and formed a long staff in her hands. "Or this is going up your *ss!"
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"OH MY GOD YES ITS REGICIDE!" Henry exclaimed to both of them. Henry looked back at Lyn with a smug grin. "Hmmmm. I don't know. Lyn, what do you think?" Henry asked her.
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"Now that I have the stick out I feel an itch to impale someone with it..." She smiled menacingly.
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"NO! PLEASE NO!" Lance shook his head. The other men in the room looked at her in fear as well.
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Lyn began to walk over towards Lance, stroking her staff as if it were a loved pet. "I just don't think I believe you..."
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"It is! It really is! And if you don't get to the slave camp, and get that password into the tower soon, it will change!" Lance exclaimed. "What do you mean...?" Henry asked the man. "The passwords change every six hours. I got this password four hours ago...." Henry looked to Lyn with wide eyes. Lyn had seen the camp before, and knew how fortified it had looked. That would only give her and Henry two hours to breach the compound and free the populace...
