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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 9:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 9:18 pm
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*Watching the fuel man, it becomes apparent he's not working for anyone other than the fuel company. She does catch sight of a couple of thugs standing near the back of the plane, but they don't seem to be paying much attention. "Cocky bastiches," she thinks. "Must have figured they were home free when the sedans took off. Crouched on the ground, the shadow beneath her body, she scans the area for a vehicle to use when she returns for dame. She spies a baggage cart not far away, hooked to a tug. The thugs are on the other side so it should be a clean break. As she drops through the shadows, the fuel man caps the tank on the second wing, coils his hose on the truck and pulls away. Brat reappears in the plane and see's dame, ready to go with both back packs in hand.* Ok, let's go. *She pops the door, easing it down gently and the two move quickly but quietly down the steps. Brat points towards the covered cart, indicating dame should go hide inside, whispering,* One more little thing, we're gonna make these fingerprints go bye, bye. wink *She pulls a heavy star from her pocket, and throws it straight at the wing, putting a small hole in the metal. As jet fuel slowly spills from the wing, she lights a match and tosses it in the fuel, slipping in to the shadows as it ignites. Within seconds, a fire is blazing beneath the wing overheating the metal and it explodes.*
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 9:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 9:33 pm
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(( eek dang, Brat, didn't know that's what you had in mind when you said you were gonna get rid of the fingerprints! rofl ))
She opens her eyes after he kisses her, and arches an eyebrow at him, "Since when have you EVER been a gentleman?" She gives him a slight shove, looks up at him and glares, "I'll see you at the bar tomorrow, I'll give you my answer then."
She turns and walks out of the room without another word, heading straight for the elevator. Once the elevator opens at the lobby, she leaves the hotel, not looking around at anyone or anything, heading straight for her car outside. She gets into her car and heads back to MW.
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 9:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 9:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 9:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 9:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 9:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 9:58 pm
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I can move through shadows, but I'm not sure if I can pull you through them with me. *She peeks out of the cart. The sirens are still far enough away, but ground crew are starting to get close. Not inclined to take out innocents, she frowns.* Tug, tug, tug, forward, reverse, neutral. Hmmm... *Not far away there's another tug and cluster of carts. She reaches in her bag, grabbing a pair of gloves.* Dame, next cart, we'll need to stay low. *She drops from the cart, staying low to the ground and sneaks over to the next set of carts. As she moves, she hears shouts. Looking around she sees the ground crew staring at the plane, shouting to each other. No one is looking their direction and she quickly scuttles to the safety of the next set of carts.*
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 10:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 10:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 10:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 10:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 10:30 pm
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