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wog_edn
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posted December 26, 2010 04:45 PM |
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Edited by wog_edn at 21:59, 26 Dec 2010.
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Jonas changed his clothes, a simple shorts reaching down to his knees. He stretched once more, and left the room to a booing crowd. In the octagon ring his opponent were already talking to his representatives and trainers, laughing and joking. He obviously thought this was going to be yet another walk in the park, against some amateur. Jonas smiled and blocked out the booing and ignored all the stuff people were throwing at him. He approached the cage and the referee opened the door for him, letting him in. Jonas nodded in greeting, and took a look at the other man. His opponent was huge, towering a head over him. He had to weigh atleast 100kg, enormeus muscles moving easily under his skin. And yet he moved with the ease of a cat, jumping from one foot to the other. Harry almost ran over to him, grabbing his arm.
"Alright, you have surprise on your side." Harry said, sweating like crazy. "This guy believes you an amateur. He is a very good boxer, so try to take him down to the ground and you will be more okay. He focuses on standup fighting. He also know a bit wrestling, but nothing serously advanced."
"Then how the hell is this guy the champion?" Jonas growled.
"He is damn strong and much faster than his size should allow." Harry looked over at the other guy. "You can take him down, I know you can."
"Of course." Jonas said, closing his eyes and having a few deep breaths.
The judge came over to him, looking kindof concerned. "If you wish to give out just tap, when you aren't able to fight anymore I will stop the match. I hope for your sake you have experience with bare-knuckle fighting. There's no rules, whatsoever."
Jonas nodded and the judge went into the middle of the ring and then spoke into his microphone. "This is the main event of the evening!" the man boomed out to the crowd. "In the red corner we have the challenger, Jonas Nilsen from Norway. He is 1.74 and weigh 79kg. In the blue corner stands out reigning champion, Pierre Chevalier. He is 1.98 and weigh an incredible 108 kg!"
The crowd roared in response. "Are the fighters ready?"
Both nodded and went into the middle of the ring, knuckles touching. "Then get it on!"
Jonas barely managed to avoid the first jab, and avoided the second one easier. He used his superior speed and experience to read every action the other made and avoid it. He had to last to round 4 and then actually win! He avoided, ducked and leapt and feinted and punched. Back, left, jab, back, legkick, get away so you ain't cornered. Finally first round were over, five minutes and he had barely been hit. He hadn't given much of a beating himself either, the other man controlled the distance with his size and reach.
And then the pause was over, one minute, and they started again. This time he took a more offensive angle, figuring that this guy took a damn big beating before he would go down. He waited for the other man to punch, then stepped on the inside and placed his knee in Pierres solar plexus, and instantly following it with a knee to the jaw. The bigger man stumbled back, surprised by the sudden offensive style. Jonas was on him at once, fist hammering at the other mans nose and forehead to drain him of the endurance without taking him out entirely. He had a full mount and enjoyed the control he had over his opponent. Pierre obviously didn't know wrestling very well, and anything the man tried to get out were easily stopped.
The round ended and Jonas went back to his side in the octagon. Two more rounds to go.
Harry removed some of the tension in his neck during the minute he had to rest, and he felt almost as if he hadn't fought at all when round three started. This time Jonas could see it in his opponents eyes this wasn't going to be as easy, the man was ready for him now. Knowing he wasn't facing an amateur. They circled slowly, feinting and trying to catch the other off-guard. The round went slowly, and Jonas was worried about taking down his opponent during the next round. He tried a legkick, but Pierre stepped back easily. The viking decided to put up a higher tempo, as a bigger person would have trouble keeping up with his good cardio. He started throwing harder punches, risking giving up his guard for some strikes, pushing his opponent back. A chance he shouldn't have taken, as he were hit by first a jab-cross combination, following a barrage of strikes all over him. He went down just as the bell rang, and he got to his feet.
"Fourth round, you can do this." Harry said in his ear. His head rang and his vision was blurry.
"Don't know if I can take him in this round, Harry." Jonas muttered. "Guy is too sturdy and too big."
"You have to."
"Well then it's no problem." Jonas gave Harry a look. "You wanna go out there?"
"I will be in worse shape if I face those guys afterward."
Jonas growled, and once again went out. He had to finish this fast. Very fast. They touched knuckles and Jonas barely avoided a punch, stumbling back but managing to keep upright. Pierre followed him, and actually tried a takedown. Jonas sprawled him, pushing him down on his stomach and followed with a knee directly to the head of the man. He used his knee again, and again and felt something crack at the third time. The referee pulled him away, and some people hurried in to try first aid. Jonas walked back to Harry in his corned.
"Happy?" he asked.
Behind him the referee checked for a puls and shook his head.
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Kipshasz
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Elvin's Darkside
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posted December 26, 2010 04:55 PM |
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After a busy day, James drove home. A surprise awaited him. A teenage boy, about sixteen years old stood near Jame's house door with several suitcases. The boy was tall and athletically built, but his shape was hidden beneath a jacket. James had immediatly recognised his son.
- Bloody hell Mark! What are you doing here? For how long were you freezing in here, waiting for me? Couldn't you just to wait at the Parnell's place? Mrs. Parnell would be glad to see you.
- Dad, I got here just five minutes before you. The reason I'm here... - He paused for a minute.- Well I beaten my stepfather to a pulp and mom kicked me out.
- You can tell me all about that over dinner. Let's go inside.
After James helped his son with the luggage, they went to the kitchen to fix something to eat. While frying some steaks, the doorbell rang. James went to open the door.
- Good evening mrs. McBeth, what can I do for you now?
- Mr. Drake, an officer was looking for you. He wanted me to give you this- She handed him a very oficially looking envelope. James took it.
- Thank you Mrs. McBeth, goodnight.- James closed the door. The letter was a summoning. As James guessed earlier today, his retirement has been suspended. Tommorow he has to report to the SAS headquarters to be briefed on a 'retrieval mission'.
- That's just perfect! What's next?- He asked himself.
- What is it dad?
- I've got pulled out of retirement. I was expecting that since that blasted flying thing blew up over London. But now there's one obstacle. You boy. You found a perfect time to beat up that motherf%§&er. Not that I'm glad that you did it...- he sighed.- If I leave you here alone, can I expect to find the house standing?
- Sure.
- It better be. Just no parties.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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gnomes2169
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posted December 27, 2010 06:28 AM |
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Jan 14
The last of the images faded, and with it also went the bright white light.
The white was replaced by a dull red. And sound.
For the first time in ten hours, Jarod opened his eyes. The first odd thing was how weightless he felt. The second was his lack of pain. He lifted his head to look at his body.
Then his nerves woke up. Pain like a ton of bricks smashed into his mind again, but that heralded one good thing.
I'm still alive, he thought. And hopefully not too fricken crazy, have a family to think of after all... He looked at the dead Isla. I wonder if it had a family?
Why should I care? Their race is already dead. He looked back at the ring again. "Our race is the one that will destroy itself." Jarod mussed out loud.
This slight muttering was enough to wake up Sasha, who gave a yawn, stretched and then padded over to Jarod, licking his face when she got there.
"Haha, easy girl, easy." Jarod grabbed his stave again, using it to pick himself up and hobble over to the ring. "You know, Sasha. I can easily disappear of my own free will." He was standing next to the ring and its stand now. "Unfortunately," Jarod snatched the ring from the 'dashboard', "this thing will not. Solutions, my dear?"
Sasha, looking for all the world like she understood Jarod, seemed to contemplate the problem for am moment before she gave a cross between a growl ad a purr.
"Exactly what I was thinking. I take the ring, I find as many others as I can and then I hide them and myself somewhere in the mountains." Jarod didn't know that Sasha had actually asked for a tuna sandwich, but it was understandable.
He put the ring in his pocket. "But I am going to need help. Lots of it." Racking his brain for ideas on who he knew that might help him, Jarod limped away from the crash site. Sasha, tired of watching ants crawl on the dead Isla, followed him.
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1 hour later
The pod, sensing that the information on its memory Chrystal had been transferred to an organic source, and finding that there were no other sentient life forms around it with the capacity to hold all of the information on the core, began its self destruct sequence.
2 seconds later
The blast zone, and the few brave animals that had gone in it, was purged by a blast of pure energy.
Nothing remained.
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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War-overlord
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posted December 27, 2010 11:20 AM |
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21 jan. 8:45
"Your morning tea, mr. White."
At the sound of the curtains being withdrawn, Stef opened his eyes. Richard Gavin, his steward had come into his bedroom and was going through the morning routine. Gavin was a calm man, nearing his 50's. While doubling as steward and housesitter of the luxery appartment Stef stayed at, Gavin was also on the paylist of the syndicate and as such he was also there to keep an eye on Stef.
"The eggs will be ready in about 10 minutes."
Next to Stef the bed stirred. A girl, perhaps slighty younger than Stef, got up. Her long raven hair cascading down her shoulders and obscuring the more apreciable parts of the female anatomy, she looked at Stef.
"You did not tell me you had a butler."
"Well he isn't, he's not my servant."
His mind clearing up, the previous night came back to Stef.
After the fight, Stef had gone to the lockerroom to congratulate the Norwegian fighter. Though he didn't expect him to kill the guy, he had taken down the guy in the fourth and Stef had made a killing.
After a few praising words, Stef had given the fighter a businesscard and told him to come to the HQ around noon to discuss his reward.
After dismissing two of his three guards and having a bite to eat, Stef had decided to celebrate the occasion. He had gone to one of the fashionable clubs in town and picked up the girl currently lying next to him. However, since he neither remembered the name of the girl or the club he picked her up, it was likely that he had a drink or two to many.
Stef was sitting upright, sipping his tea. Gavin already perfected the way he liked to drink it, strong with a bit of sugar.
"He's not your butler, but he does bring you tea and make you breakfast?"
"Yes, and after breakfast he'll give you a lift to whereever it is you need to be."
"But he's not your butler?" Despite her atractive physique, she wasn't the smartest girl he had ever picked up.
"Will you drop it."
"Drop what?"
"The subject." Stef said as he got out of bed and put on his black microfibre bathrobe. He tossed her a white one.
"You're not in the mood for some morning..."
"I have to go to work, dear."
He went to the kitchen, leaving the girl with a disappointed look on her face. Gavin was putting the fried eggs and bacon on a plate.
As soon as Stef taken a bite, the girl came in with her bathrobe enticingly not quite closed.
"Would you like some breakfast?" Gavin asked the girl.
"Some toast and marmalade, with some juice." she responed while still looking expectingly at Stef. Stef had to restrain himself, he realy needed to get to the HQ within the next 30 minutes if he wanted to get all the things done he had planned. They ate breakfast without mincing to many words.
When Stef was finished, the girl insisted on helping him get dressed. Stef decided on a grey suit today and the girl was tying his tie around his neck. Normally he preferred bootlace-ties, but he humoured her.
"You look so handsome in a suit, I can't believe you don't have a girlfriend." she said.
"You don't have the looks to stay single long yourself." Stef responded a bit cold. This was taking way to long.
"You never told me what it is you do, that you have to dress so smartly." This was getting risky.
"Eh, I'm the head of international business at my company. You realy don't want to be bored with the details."
"Oh," was her dissapointed response. She was getting far to inquisitive.
"That'll do, thank you. I realy need to get going. Gavin will give you a lift, like I said. But don't take up to much of his time, he has other things to do."
Stef got out the door and walked allong with one of his goons to his armoured car.
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Mytical
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Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted December 27, 2010 11:45 AM |
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"This is Jenni Howard for the Nightly News. Reports are coming from all over the world of strange lights passing over some of the major cities of the world. Paris France was the first to report that one of the pods from the destroyed UFO passed by it. With the chaos, looting, and rioting happening currently they have not been able to investigate.
Rome and Cairo have reported similar occurrences. More reports are coming in, but the general pattern seems to be that these pods have pass over highly populated areas, focusing on the capitals. With uncertainty of their objective, or if anything is living in the pods, most nations are gearing up for war. Which increases the tension in the streets. People are scared, and questioning if the authorities can do anything to stop an alien attack force..should one be in the jettisoned pods.
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted December 27, 2010 12:12 PM |
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Harry pointed at the tv with his remote. "It's really freaky how these pods are passing over only capitols and stuff, don't you agree?" he said, his voiced hushed but excited.
"Yeah, really." Jonas said, campuflaging his interest and instead making his buddy think it was sarcasm. "Got another icepack?"
He'd gotten a mild concussion during the match, but denied any medical offered to him. He looked up at the screen, frowning. He wanted to go to Paris, as it wasn't too far away. An hours flight or something, he supposed. He'd have to wait 'til later that day, as he was curious about his reward for making the match last 'til fourth round. He checked his watch, 12.10. He rose slowly to avoid a headrush, and touched Harrys shoulder. "I'm glad things worked out, now be careful next time. I might not be here to help you."
Harry nodded and patted a suitcase. "Remember your part of the payout."
Jonas nodded and picked up the cash. "I'll have to meet with this guy, what's he called? Anyway, I'll talk to you later on. Allright?"
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War-overlord
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Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted December 27, 2010 04:00 PM |
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jan 21 10:00
"Hey boss, you gotta come see this."
Stef was sitting behind his desk, with a ledger, many sheets of paper, a calculator and his computer spread around it. One of the goons was calling him.
"What is it?"
"It's the news. It's being repea'ed all mornin'."
Stef sighed and followed the goon into the breakroom. Several were sitting there, watching the TV. It was the news-bulletin over the UFO explosion.
"One of those pods crashed near Heathrow." a second goon commented. Stef realy had to learn their names one of these days. "Wonder what the bigg boss thinks of all this?"
"Depends on the kind of money he sees in it." Stef replied. But he made a mental note to give the bigg boss a call about it. If one of those things crashed near here, he migh get his hands on whatever came from one of them. "But enough of this loafing around. Big Red's, the Crow & Flag and Mulldoon's billiards are late on their 'protection-payment', so you lot are gonna make sure they pay up today. Get a'moving."
With a bit of grumbling the 4 goons present got up and walked out.
12:55
Stef was clearing up the mess he made on his desk, cigar in the corner of his mouth, when the buzzer went off.
"Mr White?" the receptionist asked. Seeing as the HQ was part of a shared building, the reception on the main floor catered to all the companies.
"What is it?" Stef replied, adhering to his pseudonym and rough translation of his name he had taken in the UK: Stephen White.
"There's a man here, who says he has a meeting with you."
"Burly, beardy fellow?"
"Uhuh."
"Send him on up, I was expecting him."
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gnomes2169
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Duke of the Glade
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posted December 27, 2010 06:52 PM |
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Jan 21
Jarod fell over his foot again. This had been happening semi-regularly for the last seven days, since he couldn't use one leg very well. Because of his injuries, Jarod had only managed to navigate twenty or thirty of the kilometers he needed to go to reach the nearest road, (Which was 50 Km away).
He took this opportunity to roll onto his back and pull out a granola bar, since he hadn't eaten for a few days. "Blah, raisins and oatmeal. Why did only pack stupid raisins and oatmeal."
The rain falling all around him gave him another excuse to rest. Jarod took out all of the water bottles and water skins that he had packed and, using some rather large leaves from small bushes around him, funneled water into each of the containers. Using other leaves and some moss he found on a tree that he had used before, he remade the bandages on his arm and his leg.
While he did this, he was thinking. Who can I contact How will I find the rings? What if someone uses one of the rings they found? How would I fight them? Am I making the right choice? etc, etc.
But the looming question that was always there was, "Should I use my ring?"
On one hand, it would make his life oh so much easier. On the other, what if the power turned him into the catalyst for humanity's destruction? Fear of the later had staved his curiosity so far, but the temptation to find out what the beautifully crafted ring did had been growing steadily for the last seven days.
He shook thoughts of such things out of his head, and, after he had finished packing all of his supplies, Jarod began to walk again. These thoughts and the rain are what caused him to miss the large bluff (For all of you who don't live near any sort of large rocky elevation, a bluff is a slightly less steep cliff face that rises up anywhere from .5 to 4 km from the ground. Never climb them in the rain, snow or fall, because they become very, very dangerous) in front of him. When his good foot found nothing to stand on, the rest of his body soon followed it down the steep drop-off, sending Jarod tumbling down the bluff, hitting many of the rocks and small trees that got in his way, and he broke his stave on the bottom.
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Sasha had seen her companion fall. She stood at the top of the bluff, looking down at his unconscious form. but she wasn't so intent on him that she failed to notice the small, unnatural indent on the bluff.
She carefully navigated along the cliff, finally coming to the indent itself. If it was a little larger, it could give her shelter from the rain. Sasha widened the hole, and found that much of the work had been done for her, there was a small cave in the indent. She then moved down the bluff to bring Jarod up to the shelter she had found.
Something gleamed from the far back of the cave.
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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Mytical
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Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted December 29, 2010 08:04 AM |
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Jantal barely felt the impact as the pod crashed into the ground. He had climbed out of the wreckage, and made it to the nearest town easily. As soon as he saw his first native, he activated his ring. Taking his time he walked up to the native, scanned them, and then went back into hiding. The native continued on, totally unaware of what had transpired.
Jantal activated his holomatrix, and soon..nobody would not know he was a native. He stood now around 6'3", with skin that was just slightly reddish .. dark black hair, and dark brown eyes. With his CORE piece he was easily able to secure clothing. A black gangster like hat, long black leather coat, and dark shirt and pants.
With all of this complete, he checked the logs. Almost all of the Core pieces had landed near big cities, but the most important one would be difficult to get to. Even with this ring. He would have to collect a few more before heading toward the true prize. The Deep would send people to stop him, as they had when he sabotaged the ship. No matter, they would fail. Soon the Core pieces would be his, and this planet's resources would belong to The Vast.
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Kipshasz
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Elvin's Darkside
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posted December 29, 2010 11:05 AM |
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<22 January, 11:30>
James walked towards the briefing room. He opened the door and without any hellos said:
- There better be a bloody good reason that you bigshots pulled me out of retirement.
- Good ol' James. Haven't lost your style- a man with graying hair said.
- They got you too, eh Bradley?- The two shook hands. Bradley was Jame's squad captain, while James was his second in command.
- Sirs? May we begin?
- Go ahead kid- Said James.
- Allright. As you all now, five days ago an unidentified flying object appeared over London. It exploded shortafter. During the explosion several smaller objects were launched at random...
- Enough bulls#!t!- Shouted James.- We must go and retrieve those things for the British Empire, bla bla bla, yada yada yada... Tell me how much money the goverment wastes on you to tell us what's obvious? Gear us up and we'll fetch those things in no time!
- Why so frustrated James?
- I left a teen alone in my home, and I wish to find it standing when I get home. Why we, such old farts are needed?- He asked
- I'm with you on this one. Looks like they need someone with expierience. Word is that even MI7 is involved.
James mumbled something under his nose.
An hour later the squad of ten men were onboard in a copter heading to France.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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gnomes2169
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Duke of the Glade
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posted December 29, 2010 05:53 PM |
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22 January. 3:30 pm.
Jarod slowly woke up to a general pain threw out his entire body. He could feel that almost all of his ribs were cracked or bruised, and that the rest of his body was in similar shape. He knew that he had suffered at least one concussion from the fall, probably more. The crack in his leg from the bullet wound had grown longer, now almost spreading from his waist to his kneecap, making it impossible to walk on his leg without assistance.
Never talked about this in those fantasy novels Max is always reading.
Gently and slowly Jarod rolled himself onto his left side, giving himself a view of the sky and some trees. Slowly, he dragged himself to the cave's entrance. He stopped when his leg rolled over a small object. It felt like a rock. He ignored it for now.
As fortune would have it, a small tree had fallen in front of the cave entrance. He grabbed it, twisting and bending the tree until it snapped in two. Then, tearing pieces of cloth off of his shirt, he made a splint for his leg. He had nothing for his chest, but the wound in his shoulder was scabbed over, at least.
Unfortunately, so had the bullet hole wound. With the bullet still in it. He would somehow have to explain this to the airport security guards if he ever wanted to leave the country.
At least, if he wanted to leave without the government's help. If and when he called upon the New Zealand special services, the world would already know about this war. So this was sort of central to his long term plans, so he would have to make a convincing argument with the gate guards. D@mn, he hated public speaking.
Jarod looked up the bluff. Instantly, a crushing despair set in. If he were healthy, the climb would have been difficult. In his condition, only an act of God coming to earth could get him to the top of this cliff face.
He rolled himself back into the cave again, and the small object that he had rolled over gleamed at him. Perhaps God had come to earth while he had been stuck in this forest, because the second ring winked at him, almost merrily. At first glance, the ring looked to be made of stone. Upon further examination, you could find places where there was no stone, but instead there was metal. Looking closer, you would find that the stone had just made a few folds over the ring, probably put there because of the impact the ring had caused when it fell from the pod.
Jarod picked it up. The stone flaked off in his fingers, falling into his open palm. Without the rock blocking his view of it, Jarod could see that the markings on it were far simpler than the ones on his first ring. Jarod didn't know what that meant, but it probably signified the ring's power level. Probably making this one a weaker ring.
So, Jarod didn't see the harm of putting it on.
Curiosity didn't always kill the cat.
*Jarod has put the ring on, but we don't know what either of his rings are. This is the second one, not the first.*
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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wog_edn
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The Nothingness
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posted December 30, 2010 03:06 AM |
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jan 12:54
Jonas had arrived without exactly knowing when he was to be expected and gave the lady at the place a half-hearted smile. "I'm looking to speak with a mr. Stef something." he said, and were asked to wait. Luckily he only had to wait a minute before he were sent up to see the man going to pay him. And hopefully give him work.
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War-overlord
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Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted December 30, 2010 11:24 AM |
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<jan 21 12:56>
It took about a minute-and-a-half to get up to the floor Stef was at, so he cleaned his desk up a bit more before he went to meet Jonas at the elevator.
When the doors opened, Jonas stood there expectantly. Stef gave him a grin without having the cigar fall from the corner of his mouth.
"Come, let's have a sit down in my office."
Stef lead the other to his office and pointed Jonas to a chair.
"Would you like some tea?" Stef asked pointing at the Turkish Samovar in the corner. He went ahead and poured himself a cup.
"Now what can I do for you?"
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wog_edn
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posted December 30, 2010 11:34 AM |
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"I don't drink tea." Jonas said. "But thanks."
He looked around, taking in the office. Nothing spectacular. "You tell me." he said, looking over at the other man again. "You're the one wanting me to come here. I figure it's some kind of reward, or possibly a job offer."
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War-overlord
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Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted December 30, 2010 11:41 AM |
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"Shame, it's the best Turkish tea money can buy. The Turks aren't good for much, but they can make a damn fine cup of tea."
Stef saw that the Norwegian realy did not know what he should expect.
"But you're reward then. Not to shaken by the fight I hope. What would you like to have? Money you've got plenty in that suitcase of yours."
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posted December 30, 2010 11:58 AM |
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Jonas scratched his head. "Well, yeah. Obviously I got a good deal on the fight myself." he bent forward. "I am sure you're very aware of everything happening about the pods and UFO and stuff. Well, what I want is to investigate it further. I have always been fascinated by that kind of stuff, and I would absolutely love to gain information about it." he shrugged. "That's all I wish for myself, information. Maybe I would achieve knowledge I haven't even dreamt of. Knowledge is power. One pod crashed near Heathrow, and if you have a few men I could be a fantastic team-leader. I have experience from many year within special forces, and I already have money. They do not, which makes me more reliable as they could try to sell whatever they find."
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Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted December 30, 2010 12:15 PM |
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Stef chuckled. Knowledge is power, he had heard of that saying time and time again. But knowledge ranked 3rd in terms of power, behind money and weapons. But it was true that Stef did not want his goons selling whatever it was they found, as he would want to sell it himself.
"Well, as a former Spec-force you should know that you do not yet have the clearance to lead a team. Well not a team of my people, surely."
Stef took a long pull from his cigar and offered the box to the Norwegain.
"Besides the Heathrow-crashsite is currently swarming with government-men. All nice things are probably already spirited away to be researched and only the less interesting debriss is left there. But I must admit that it is a very nice option. However patience is key at the moment. If either of us wants some new alien-tech, we'll have to steal it from the gov'ment."
Sipping from his tea, Stef regarded Jonas.
"But if you want to join our little organisation, it might be very profitable for the both of us. Obviously, you will need to prove yourself. You'll understand that we do not employ just any gorilla."
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Jonas smiled. "Well I ain't anything near a gorilla. I could easily pass as a government employee, as I've done so before. Of course I see your point of having to test me, but thing government will always be there first. There really ain't much time unless you can get someone in and bring something out."
He rose and walked up to Stef. "So test me, but do it fast."
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"Oh, this is not about beating the government to it. It is about having them do the hard work for us. The things that can be salvaged are of little use to us, if we do not know what to do with it. Let sort the gadgets from the junk and then steal it along with the handbook. Governments don't work fast and neither do we. We've plenty time to prepare a little heist."
A goon came in the office, Stef looked up.
"I'm in a meeting! Whatever it is, it can wait 'till I'm done. Got that?"
"Yes, boss." The goon murmured as he left again.
Stef turned his attention to Jonas again.
"But if you're so eager, I've heard there is some frog tennisplayer who was at the crashsite. Find him, get anything he might have kept and all info he has. It's 13:10 now, I'm giving you 24 hours to do whatever it is you need to get it. Mind that this is a first test and not the only one. You'll understand that we have to be carefull."
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Jonas nodded and rose. "It will be done by the end of this day." he said, extending his hand. "Let's hope this will be a good alliance for the both of us, I will be back at once when I have all I need."
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