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Published: 2017-05-25 02:56:28 +0000 UTC; Views: 1355; Favourites: 76; Downloads: 0
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After a long ride over the park, a stretch of the legs at the helipad was a pleasant relief. Sirse had gotten a little tired of wearing muddy and torn clothes, so with a little improvising, and a few salvaged leaves from around the foliage she made herself a new outfit.Smiling her best smile, 'Do you like it?'
Previously: JP: That's going to leave a mark...
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"I stare at death in the eye and I laughed at it. I coolly eyed the flimsy weapon and gave them my best James Hound look of disdain. I casually shrugged my shoulder before flipping them the bird." These were the thoughts running through my mind as I attempted to board the vessel only to be brought up short as I reached the deck. Unfortunately, I was no James Hound and the barrel of the gun looked like I was staring down a cannon. The only thing that crossed my mind was that Sirse was somewhere nearby, hidden and hopefully could use her Fey powers to distract them long enough for me to do my handiwork as my former platoon leader, Liam Nearsong, had taught me. In the meantime, I needed to find my way aboard.
"Now, now, Captain. If you shoot me now," I indicate as I hold the cooler in one paw away from my body and over the raging sea, "this little item will disappear into the briny waters along with your reward and your employer's great displeasure. You've already killed my mate so I have nothing left to live for. On the other hand, if you allow me to come on board, we may be able to come to some mutual agreement. What say you?"
In reality, I wasn't expecting anything but a double cross once my back was turned. I only sought for more time until Sirse could use her abilities. In gruff silence, the mammal backed away and motioned me with his gun to come on board. I did so slowly while keeping the paw holding the cooler extended over the side in case his gun finger became itchy. I took stock of the situation and noticed that the crew had been reduced to the five in front of me. CS had mentioned that Sirse had powers beyond my comprehension and that I needed to see it for myself as it could not be described in mere words. I prayed that he hadn't been pulling my leg as I certainly needed her distraction right now.
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What was he doing!’ Sirse cursed as she watched Gus move deeper onto the second boat. Their plan had gone from bad to worse in a matter of minutes. Clinging to the side of the bridge she sent out a silent blessing for the leader having his back turned to her. With a silent grunt of effort she pulled herself up and slid belly first over the top of the cabin, time to think fast.
Oh, Gus what have you gotten us into now?
He needed a distraction, and needed one quick, it was time to get creative. Leaning over the side she splayed her arms over the glass windows and extended her claws. Creative, right.
‘But you see, my unexpected friend.’ The Captain took another step back moving up the short stairway to the cabin, ‘I don’t need, your, embryos. My team has already secured our own, a second set would not hurt, double one’s profit I suppose. But they are not needed, just like you.’
A wild grin crosses his face, with a touch of approval perhaps. ‘That was you on the beach then? Nice work with those men, it seems they fall prey to anything naked and dancing. Tisk. I am sorry for the loss of your mate, the little one, yes?’
Gesturing with his head to move to the side, away from the edge of the craft he keeps the firearm locked at your center mass. ‘There remain a few loose ends to tie up though. One, the men on the beach, we need to retrieve them. Along with the men you so casually decided to throw overboard – yes, they may be idiots, but they are my men. And I take care of my men.’
With a deep sigh, he regards you with a melancholy expression. ‘And then there is you… My employer was very clear. No witnesses, no contact, just go in and get out. But now I have a dilemma, so how am I to-‘
A horrendous screeching rips through the air, worse than any nails on chalk board ever heard before. Cursing, the captain flinches hand shooting up to cover one of his ears. Likewise the crew to seem temporarly distracted, either with the noise or looking upwards to see if they are about to be attacked by a pteranodon.
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I took that as my cue from Sirse. I threw the cooler in my paw directly at the Captain, striking him in face and knocking the gun out of his paw. I swiftly moved towards him and made use of the skill set my mentor, Liam Nearsong, had taught me when I had served under his command. My first blow dislocated the shoulder, the second broke the other arm and my third blow rendered him unconscious when I struck his windpipe with the heel of my paw. I quickly dispatched the rest by tossing them overboard. My anger at these fools, who had shot at our boat and had nearly blown both of us up, was at its limit and if not for the fact that Sirse was onboard, they would have had a much more horrible fate.
I then turned to the unconscious Captain and heaved him onto the rubber dinghy while divesting him of any more weapons. I released the rope tying the small craft to the ship and allowed it to drift free so that the mammals I had tossed overboard could swim to it. I stepped into the pilothouse and revved up the idling motors. I pulled away from the smaller craft and waited for Sirse to join me so that we could finally take our leave of the island and the abominations on it. I wondered if her brother would be angry at me for not fulfilling all of my contract with him. I had managed to keep his sister alive. Scratched up, almost naked, banged up but none the worse for the wear but still very much alive. She now had double the number of embryos that CS had set her out to recover so I had not been able to let the mission fail. And I did not want her to fail. My only thought was that Arie might have to pay a price for my failure. The suggestion of CS to disappear with her seemed to look more and more appealing but I didn't know if I could do it without Sirse at my side.
"Speaking of Sirse," I wondered, "where is she?"
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Sirse having watched the battle from afar now took the moment to slip down from the roof of the boat house and land with a quiet thump behind you. Rising and brushing the debris off of her front from laying on the rain splattered room she gives off a distinct air of displeasure at being wet, slimy, and covered in other less savory gunk. Tongue sticking out she shook her fur and with a wincing face of discomfort digs into her leaf like bra and extracts a line of seaweed which she flicks to the floor.
Storming over to your side, she gives you a look that does justice to her displeasure of your plan, though she cannot fault its final success. Instead she folds her hand into a fist extending her pointer finger and stabs it at the side of her skull before flicking it away in a sharp gesture.
Satisfied with her nonverbal rebuke Sirse instead focused her attention back on the bow, looking at the compass built into the dash, and taps at the wheel. Standing far too short to see over it, she motions for you to take the wheel and bring the ship about on a new heading before beginning to rummage through the ships draws looking for anything of use.
After a failed search of the smaller drawers she moves on to one of the lower ones, and practically crawling inside leaving only her legs and lashing tail to show her disapproval of the situation emerges with a pad and a stubby pencil.
Scratching furiously she begins to write, practically flinging the notes at you in her haste to write more.
‘What were you thinking? You nearly got yourself killed!’
Another note flies after the first.
‘And now we have done more than make contact with ‘B Team.’ How are they going to get back?’
Another note, this one hard to read as the letters lean forwards in the same hasty scrawl you can recognize from when you first met her at the hospital oh, so long ago.
‘Did you disregard everything I told you about Inter dimensional contamination and preservation of the temporal continuum?’
Her shoulders slump, and a great sense of weariness overtakes her as Sirse slumps down onto the draw she had pulled out, now using its lip as a stool. Very slowly she writes out the next note.
‘We will be lucking is my Employer does not turn us Both into pelts to hang on his wall. And we will be even luckier If he decides to kill us Before he begins the skinning process.’
Looking up at you with mournful eyes begins to write again, only to be interrupted as the boat’s stern lurches. Behind you, one of the two outboard motors explodes in a shower of metal and plastic the propeller housing belching up black smoke before it chokes out its death wail. The crack of a high powered rifle ripples just behind the sound of the engine dying.
Note forgotten, Sirse’s eyes go wide and she stabs at the well silently screaming ‘Go! Go! Go!’
A second later the second engine cracks and begins to sputter out clouds of black smoke, though unlike the first it does not disintegrate.
Her anger forgotten, Sirse leaps from her perch landing on your shoulders like some kind of twisted pro-wrestler as she tries to pull you down. Just to your left the glass window explodes in a shower of stardust.
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I fell to the floor in a daze as some of the debris clipped my head just before Sirse managed to pull me down. I was feverishly wondering how the B Team that we had left behind in a small dinghy had the firepower and speed to catch up with us and blow both engines out. I looked to Sirse resignedly and said, "I'm fresh out of ideas. How they managed to catch up with us has me puzzled. And unless you have some special fey power to summon one of the prehistoric aquatic creatures so that I can lasso it to have it drag us out of the other team's range, we're stuck here at their mercy."
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With a look that could burn through the hull of the ship Sirse begins to write a frantic scribble, stops and tears off the page throwing it away, only to start again. Head pressed to the deck, she looks back at the darkness, hand moving blindly over the page, before she rips and throws it at you.
‘Long rage – Sniper must be on the island. No Fey powers. Water dampens spells.’
By the time you finish the first note Sires had finished a second, and with fire smoldering in her eyes, she thrusts it out for your inspection.
‘Turning boat to give us cover. We swim. Or Die.’
While you read over her short message, Sirse has already risen and seizing the wheel sends the boat into a slow turn to port, the remaining engine coughing black smoke as it attempts to comply.
Dropping down again Sirse scribbles one last note, sticks the pad and pencil in her mouth and passes you the note.
‘Care to join me?’
Then, standing she begins to strip, ripping off her torn leaf bikini and thrusting her arms down to release herself of the bottom. Standing nude before you, her eyes hard and defiant a touch of her old smile returns.
And in a heart beat she takes a running dive off the side of the boat, landing in the water with a splash.
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Cursing whatever deity had dreamed up this scenario, I had no choice but to follow Sirse into the water. She had better night vision than me and I hoped that I would be able to catch up with her. Before I leaped over the railing, I made sure to tie one end of a rope around the cooler and the other end around myself, making sure it was sealed tight so that it wouldn't sink and would serve as a float behind me, something which we could use in case she or I tired from the swim. I leapt over the side with the cooler in my paw and once in the water, began swimming towards where I could see her treading water. It took me a few minutes to catch up with her as I made up what I lacked in speed with my longer strokes. Once I was beside her, I indicated the cooler where I insisted she lay on to rest while I started to concentrate on making sure we both survived the long swim back in the cold water. Thankfully, my species had a built-in rubber suit, unlike Sirse, plus the longest swim on record was by a female grizzly who swam straight for eight hours. That female, however, had not spent the day being chased by dinosaurs, being blown up and shot at. Given the Spartan training I had received from my mentor, I hoped that I would at least be able to last half of that time. If I tired, I needed only to roll over and float on my back in order to rest until I could continue.
"Which way do I head for, Sirse?" I wanted to make sure she knew she was back in charge of the operation as I could only provide the 'muscle' right now. She had a better sense of direction than me and I had not bothered to look at any maps or check the compass before we leaped into the water.
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That was the question. One she did not have an immediate answer to, with the boat’s engines still growling in protest producing wave after wave of black smoke it was difficult to get her bearings. Pulling on the rope to close the distance she debated trying to direct him from her make shift pontoon, but quickly abandoned the idea as the waves kept slapping the cooler her partners side.
Though he claimed to be well insulated Sirse was sure the constant assault of the cooler would eventually wear on his nerves. Decision made she let go of the rope and swam the short distance over to his back, draping her arms around his neck she let herself float freely behind him, her tiny body rising and falling against his own. Without her phone, and with her newly acquired tablet now water logged she resorted to using a simple but effective means of communication while operating in the dark.
Tapping your left shoulder Sirse motioned out away from the wreck and then pressed herself as close as she could for warmth. The water was deathly cold, not an option she had wanted to take, as she was well aware of the dangers of such a swim, yet her pursuers seemed determined to deprive them of their captured prize. And why not, they had their own means of transportation still, even if it did have limited capacity.
It took several minutes before she could get a view of the island, it was not the best means to try and judge their location by, but it was better than what she had before. Looking up again into the night sky she cursed the clouds that blotted out her view of the stars. Never the easy path. Still, using the islands eastern peak to navigate off of, she tapped away directing you on a general South by south east heading then dug her little claws in. It was going to be a race now, twenty miles of open ocean to cover before exhaustion, predators, or the elements claimed them.
Sirse’s mind had already begun to start calculation the odds and with nothing better to do it now began to assign percentages to each of their likelihood of survival. Gus had mentioned that he had to watch his heart, the exertion he was putting on it now was probably not something a doctor would approve of, then again he was better insulated and his exertions were keeping him warm. Bobbing on his back, Sirse had already lost contact with her outer extremities. Forcing her legs to kick, she knew her small frame would not contribute much, but it would at least slow her body’s attempt to cut off circulation.
Small. Her mind drifted, Small Sirse, someone had called her once. It may even have been her employer, her mind drifted. ‘It must be nice to be small.’
Yes, she though back mouth working though no words came out. But not here, not now.
Shaking her head to clear it, she tightened her grip, she needed to stay awake, she was the eyes to his efforts. And to drift off course now and miss the window would be fatal.
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Even though I had insisted she stay on top of the cooler, she stubbornly clung to my back in order to point out to me the direction I needed to swim. Reluctantly, I agreed as I still had not mastered sign language. I swore, if ever we got back, to find a way for my vixen to be able to communicate normally as she had a lot more to offer than just grunts. Having been together the last 36 hours, I had discovered in her a resiliency, a strength, a powerful force that would not be denied once she had made up her mind about it. How she managed to put up with my foibles and clumsy attempts at heroics was beyond me. I sensed that she was nearing her physical and mental limits as was I. I needed to do something to keep us both awake lest our escape plan went belly up.
"Sirse, have I ever told you that it is times like these that make me reflect on all the small little things in life that make me happy? Like, how I would kill to be sitting before a warm fireplace with me holding you with my one paw and a large snifter of brandy in the other? The effect of the fire, the brandy and you would surely brush away even the cold from the strongest winter storms. Or, if I imagine you and I just lazily soaking up the sun while we float on an air mattress by the beach with a couple of fresh coconut drinks in our paws. Or, remember how we danced the night away on our first date? That intricate sensuous dance that we performed? It was magical. It made me fall in love with you all the more."
I continued to talk to her in order to keep both of our minds alert. She would from time to time, squeeze my neck with her paw, acknowledging the chatter as she had no way of communicating with me except through her touch.
However, after several hours in the water, I felt her grip loosen momentarily and we almost became separated except that she recovered quickly and reestablished a firm grip on the scruff of my neck fur. I became worried and let her know I was going to float on my back for a moment so that we could talk and she could rest her paws. Once I was floating on my back, I gathered her to my chest in order to share what little body heat I still had.
"Sirse," saying as I gazed into her hazel eyes, "you almost lost your grip back there. Are you okay? Because it would make me feel better if you took some of the rope attached to the cooler so that you tie yourself to me...just in case it happens again?"
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Shivering violently, Sirse held up her delicate hands. Her fingers had long sense gone numb and with a great effort to try and bend them produced only a withered twitch from her pinky. Now out of the water she felt some relief but that was short lived as the wind picked up again pulling at her wet fur.
Mentally she was exhausted, the hurtles of the day coupled with the exertion of effort she had had to put forth at the boat was rapidly draining the remainder of her strength. Not even the mental exercises to drive back the pain and exhaustion were working any more. The water, wave by wave had slowly worked its way into the cracks of her mental defenses and worn them down to nothing. If it had not been for her companions banter she doubted she would have made it this far.
Eyes wandering out over the ocean before her she was struck by a story C.S. had told her once. She could not recall where he had heard it, or what the lesson was, only that story itself.
Just a moments rest, she promised herself, one story and I’ll get back up. How did it begin…
There was a hunter, no, hunters they were chasing the foxes through the forest. They had brought hounds and were driving them to the river, where they would surround them…
Some of the foxes would turn and fight, others would trying and swim across the raging water of the river, only to be worn down and drowned…
And then there were a few foxes who would swim half way out, and let the current take them. Washing them all the way out to the ocean where, Japanese fishing boats would find them, still swimming…
She could not remember why they kept swimming, or how the story ended, but she knew there was only one way it ended for a fox at sea. Letting her eyes drift closed, she curled into a ball. It was so cold…
Just a little rest…
In her minds eye she could see them, triangular heads held just above the water, swimming, swimming. Occasionally one would look at her, and in its eyes she saw no malice, nor pity, but a sense of understanding. You did your best. That’s all one can ask of you…
Noises tugged at the darkness of her world. She tried to tone them out, but they persisted. Groaning she shook her head, all she wanted to do was rest. Yet slowly the noises forced their way into her head, pulling her from the darkness.
A bear…Gus, he was saying something, but she couldn’t make out the words. Her vision refused to focus, didn’t he understand? She was so tired, around her the foxes swam… Reaching out Sirse pointed. They were all swimming together.
Here.
She pointed again. Gaze following the foxes.
Here.
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As I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her to my chest, I felt her continued shivering. "The damn wind is not helping!" mentally cursing our situation. I looked into her eyes and was shocked to see they were unfocused and seemed to be looking at something over my left shoulder. She weakly pointed in the direction of her gaze before falling unconscious.
"Sirse! Sirse! Don't fall asleep! Stay with me, do you hear? Sirse!" as I futilely shouted at her. She remained out cold.
I had no choice. Sunrise, by my estimate, might be another hour or two away and she would not last in the frigid cold. I had no choice but to try to get her to shore as quickly as possible or else. I tried not to think of what might happen but focused instead on where I should go. I looked where she had pointed but all I could see was ink-black darkness. Putting my faith and our lives in her last desperate act, I took some of the rope from the cooler and looped it around her shoulders and lashed her to my neck so that her head lay on my shoulder as I turned around to begin swimming again.
"Stay with me, mi amor! Keep thinking about fireplaces and warm thoughts. I'll get us home!" I vowed to her.
After ten minutes of furious paddling, I had reached my limit and no land could be seen. I became afraid that I had doomed the both of us. I had no more gas in me and all I could do was float on my back with Sirse on my chest.
"I'm sorry, mi amor," I sobbed as I held her cold body, "I failed-"
Suddenly, a large wave picked us up and tossed us into the air. I instinctively rolled into a ball, protectively curling around her as I braced for our final impact with the cold sea. Only to be surprised as we landed on hard sandy ground instead. Our momentum carried us quite a distance as the fine grains dug into my fur as if sandpaper was being dragged across it. When we finally stopped rolling, I shakily got up and checked on my vixen. Thankfully, she was unhurt but still remained unconscious. I then checked myself over and ruefully saw patches where some of my fur had come off. "That's going to sting in the morning but it'll have to wait until I can get Sirse to warmth." I mentally chastised myself. I peered about in the darkness trying to get my bearings, looking for some sort of highway or modes of transportation. I knew we were both a sight since we had lost all our clothes that we originally had when he had started our adventure back on Isla Nublar and the sea had claimed the remnants of our makeshift costumes. Shivering in the cold, I collected Sirse in my arms and began to walk away from the water.
Two brilliant lances of light stabbed my eyes, blinding me as I held up a paw to shield myself.
"Mr. Gus Grizzly? Monsieur CS has been expecting you. I'm to take you to him right this moment," a voice came from behind the piercing glare. "Clothing, food and water plus a first aid kit are in the passenger side of the limousine. The heater is on and I'm sure you'd fine it more comfortable than standing naked on the beach."
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The world of darkness and cold waves roaring slowly blurred into one continuous low rumble. Cold to had left her limbs, now replaced with a warm soft glow around her. Darkness still lingered and Sirse’s mind sifted through memories of present and past. Her past assignments had all been alone and there she had feared no remorse for her actions. The mission was given and she carried it out with grim efficiency, just as she had been trained.
And then, almost bumbling into her life had come a bear. She had though him a half with when she first laid eyes on him, trying to alter a time line over a single glance to avoid a speeding ticket. Madness. And his attempts at fixing the breach had driven her to abandon the subtly that her employer had drilled into her so many times before.
The memory slid away, back into the shadowy depths from once it had risen. A simpler life then. But a lonely one sometimes. That had been another cautionary tale from her employer, romance is the death of discipline.
And yet, it proved the more desirable, she had been terrified to have been assigned to work with him on such a delicate, yet simple operation. It should have been an easy in and out stealth mission, yet it had devolved more into a ring of fire, full of enraged dinosaurs, hit men for higher, and enough adrenalin to kill a normal fox out right three times over. Dimly a voice came across the darkness, familiar, rich and strong. Latching on to that voice, she let it guide her up, slowly swimming upwards until the world breached.
Eyes opening a crack, Sirse felt as though she had just been run over by a pickup truck. Her body aced all over, and her limbs were made of led, it took all her energy to loll her head back to look up at the shadowy figure of a tired looking grizzly bear holding a cup of steaming coffee.
Hand raising feebly she tried to sign, ‘Your blood pressure.’ But stopped half way through, remembering that he would not understand, and that her phone was now in pieces somewhere on the island. Instead she resorted to leering up at him through half lidded eyes, a faint smile touching her lips.
Good, he was alive.
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I saw that she had regained consciousness.
"How are you feeling, mon petit cheri? Rest now. We are both safe. The cheetah driver of Black was waiting for us at the beach where we happened to land after our arduous swim from Isla Nublar. He had apparently been instructed by your employer to wait for us there. I'm still not sure how CS knew that we would be at that particular spot but I'm grateful for the pick-up. I was afraid that you would have died from hypothermia." I said as I adjusted the wool blanket around her small figure, making sure she was well wrapped in it as I held her in my lap.
"I thought I had lost you back there in the water," I confessed. "You were no longer answering me and your body was ice-cold. I was ready to give up and allow the water to take us both. Fate, it appears," as I wryly smiled, "has other intentions for us. It seems we are destined to continue our journey in life...and, I hope it will be together with you."
"We have a bit of a long drive back to CS' place." I continued. "For now, drink some of this hot coffee. It will help to warm you up. If you need to sleep, go ahead. You need it more. I will ask him to give us time together. I promised you time at my private cabana down at the beach. I believe we both need some R&R."
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Nodding SIrse accepted the hot beverage and took several tentative sips the hot liquid burning her tongue in her haste. Her body still felt cold and a deep hollow still filled her chest like she had burned out something deep within her that would need time to recover from. Mind still trying to piece together all that had happened she raised a twitching hand and motioned for pen and paper.
Paper in hand she scribbled out a brief note, though it took her three attempts to make it legible enough to convey her meaning through shaking paws.
‘Embryos safe?’
Upon seeing the cooler, you hold up, Sirse’s body shivered and relaxed, sinking deeply into your fur as she balled herself up tightly. Her body was already beginning to shut down, and now that she and Gus were out of immediate danger she could feel her mental wards breaking down. Soon she was going to have to deal with the pain and physical exertion she had put her body though to survive. And judging from the void she felt where her fey powers resided, it would be a very long recovery period. She did not have the heat to tell Gus this, he had done so much to get her here and she did not have the heat to ruin the moment. The last action she took was to write a single note.
‘Stay alive. Take me to C.S. Wake me only if emergency.’
Then she let the darkness take her.
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she looks lonely, maybe she could use some company
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Alas she has company, he comes in the form of a Grizzly. ^.^
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Thank you, give her a minute and she can do wonders.
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Thank you, she can do wonder with leaves. ^.^
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You're welcome, unless it poison ivy
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Just wait, it's going to have a similar affect now, and just because you mentioned it.
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Mam, I sorry that we didn't have any clothes that would fit you. We were in a rush to get you out of the area, but text time we will get you a custom jumper. I'm also sorry you had to sit in the helo and watch as we mowed down an entire flock of ptaradons, it was a secondary MO. Do you need anything else before we take off, Laterally? my guys can take a quick trip to the base if you want, we can get you some more food.
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I think she has all she needs.
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Thank you, its the eyes they turned out very well on this one.
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