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Edited by Master Chief:
9/4/2015 1:24:36 AM
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[b]*Chelovek tightens his grip*[/b]
DON'T YOU FÛCKING JOKE TO ME ABOUT THIS!
Give me names, coordinates, addresses, ANYTHING!
English
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She winces a bit the grip. "And just what the fuc̈k makes you think I have what you want?! You just simply showed up and asked a random stranger about a person I probably have never even met!"
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Fine. Your importance to me has been terminated. Remember: In space, no one can hear you scream. [b]*Chelovek angrily throws Revy towards the sky with all his might and then flies off*[/b]
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"Shit" Revy mutters as she reaches her maximum altitude and begins to fall towards earth. At this height she would definitely reach terminal velocity before hitting the ground. No time to think of multiple solutions and pick the best one, she works on the first idea that comes to her mind and looks down. The height along with the ground getting closer didn't do much to help her agitation with the current situation, but she found what she was looking for, power lines. 17 seconds, she had to time this perfectly, otherwise she'll probably have to be cleaned up with a shovel, she extended her glove and reached out. [i]15, 13[/i]. Success, breaks her fall with a teleportation and materializes into bits of data as she travels through the line. Gone.
