Jul 29, 2008 12:47
On one of the remote edges of the island, away from the civilized end of it, several folks in wetsuits wash ashore. Some wetter than others.
Because they don't make wetsuits for dogs, you know.
But they're there. And it doesn't appear that anyone has been seen.
brainwave,
green arrow ollie queen,
rose wilson,
outsiders,
rex the wonder dog,
sand,
hotshot,
detective chimp,
"assassin's nation",
caleb zukov,
green shield
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One of them turns his head, all but doing a double take as he sees the intruders for the first time.
"HALT!" he yells, reaching for his radio while the three behind him reach for their guns.
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Which made for comedy gold as he tried to tell the guard that he really didn't want to call in an alert.
Oh, wait.
Dampened.
Right.
He charged, his flippers flapping wildly as he dove into a tackle towards the guard with the radio.
Boy, telekinesis would really be handy right now.
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Behind him, the three guards, their weapons now drawn, are indecisively choosing their targets.
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Suave, stylish men didn't engage in fisticuffs. But here he was in a wetsuit trying to find a way to disable this guard before he got his ass thoroughly kicked.
He flailed at the solider, hoping he'd land something dangerous before his opponent got with the program and starting putting some hurt on him.
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One shot lands, and suddenly the soldier ceases to care how ridiculous the man looks. He blocks the next incoming shot, and viscously returns the favor.
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But with the next incoming punch Hank discovered something very important.
Knuckles didn't taste very good. And the next thing he knew he was flat on his back on the lovely, lovely beach.
Wow, the sky was really a very pretty shade of blue. The kind that makes your teeth hurt even more than getting punched in the mouth.
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Tara gets out the gas arrows while Hank is on the ground.
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"Wrong place," he mutters as he kneels over Hank, and begins throwing punch after punch. There's both a sidearm and a knife on his belt, but just this second, neither would be particularly satisfying.
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The flippers might have had something to do with that, come to think of it.
He took a hammer fist to his right eye, then one to his left. He couldn't even begin to think about fighting back, given the crippling pain he was experiencing and his lack of any real idea what the hell he should be doing right about now.
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"You'd think someone who looks as much like a surfer boy as you do could swim better," Trevor says almost conversationally to Hank as he punts Hank's new friend in the jaw.
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"Dammit," he mutters, changing out his clip.
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"See this?" he told no-one in particular. "This is why I hate being dampened." he said with a wheezing laugh.
It was that or break down sobbing, and he really didn't want to break down quite yet.
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Even without his tectonic abilities to guide the shot, Sand's a pretty good marksman. The gunman falls, a shot laid perfectly to his leg. "We need to move." Sand says. "Gather it up and lets go. These are just patrols right now, but they have to check in at some point. When they don't, it's going boobies up."
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Caleb shoulders his discomfort as he walks past the bleeding figure, ignoring the noise as best he can as he makes his way to the radio. A few good stomps ensure that it won't be used once they move on.
Ignore the man, Caleb tells himself as he tries to walk by him again, intending to move forward with the group. Sand is right. Time is of the essence. We can't .. can't afford delays...He stops, frozen for a moment before running his hand through his hair, and returning to the injured man. He drops to his knees beside him, and manually applies pressure to the wound ( ... )
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