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Post by frenchie on Mar 23, 2009 11:45:22 GMT -5
"Just follow me," The Frenchman ordered darkly replying before opening the door into the corridor. Once outside his interrogation room, he was met by three armed guards who ordered with a pistol each for the Frenchman to surrender. However the angry foreigner only raised his wrists and fired a laser beam straight towards the forehead of each guard with dead accuracy. As each body dropped to the floor, the Frenchman merely stepped over them on his way out. Sadly, killing had became a second nature to the Frenchman and he was always disturbed how easily he found it to remove a person of their life.
He inhaled as the power of Precognition took over his body and he entered a trance. He could see a group of SWAT styled guards about to turn the corner, which allowed the Frenchman to take them out before they knew what was going on. As well as a warning system for enemy encounters, the power of Precognition also served as a guide to escaping. The Frenchmen could see which each turning would take him, so he was able to choose the fastest route. Before they knew it, the trio was outside in the fresh air.
Coming out the trance, the Frenchmen looked at his rescuers. "Where too now?"
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Post by becca on Mar 23, 2009 12:30:08 GMT -5
Becca followed The Frenchman as they made there way outside. By the time she and Anders got to him he had already killed two guards which she didn’t care about. Hell she wanted to blow up a van. Everything was different in this time but if they got The Frenchman back he could save everything and most important everyone.
That’s when his eyes went white. “Figures.” She mumbled as they got out and now had a moment to breathe. He then asked where were they going to now. She looked at Anders then to him. “I know a cheerleader.” She smirked knowing that their one safe house was always in a peppy mood because of a certain women.
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