As the world comes tumbling down - Quake plot OTA

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The trembling ground in camp was no real surprise to John as he stood at the sink of the bathroom, face covered in shaving foam as he dragged the blade carefully across his cheek. It was generally accepted that the Mexican was a pain in the ass and could usually be found to be the source of these rumbles, often as a result of some practical joke or

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Now this was different. Fred could not be knocked down by anything, not if he did not want to be... and sometimes even if he wanted to be. But this...?

When it came to Dukes' powers, he had come to the conclusion that as long as he feet were connected with the ground, he could not be moved. But now the ground was moving too.

And in no time, Fed was on his back on the ground.

If I find Ricter I'm gonna whup his ass.

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John appeared at Dukes side, holding a hand out to his friend and trying to keep a smile of his face despite the situation.

"I don't think you'll be wantin' to sit around here now do you?" John was also pretty sure he wanted Fred away from falling debris because the guy was going to be needed when it came to moving bricks and getting people out later. Not to mention this was his friend and the last thing he wanted to do was watch his best friend turned into a pancake.

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"I wouldn' worry none bout me," Dukes replied, standing. "But thanks anyway. I figure ain't nothin' gonna squash me anytime soo-LOOKOUT!!"

Fred completely forgot that John could teleport in an instant. In that moment, all that he knew was that a tree was about to fall on them and it was a whopper. He grabbed Wraith and acted as a giant fleshy shield to soften the blow.

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At Fred's cry and being suddenly grabbed Wraith did what came naturally and teleported the pair of them back out into the open of the halipad. Now normally he'd have warned Fred but with the sudden movements he just didn't have time.

Materalising outside John peeked up at his friend and grinned. "You hurl on me an' I'm gonna refuse to cook you chilli for a month."

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Fred would have liked to think he was getting better at hitching rides with Wraith's teleportation, but to be honest it was still... unsettling. He knew he had to be looking pretty green around the gills when he saw the look in John's eyes when he looked down at him.

"Noted," he replied, and he wheeled around and doubled over. Hands resting on meaty knees. Fortunately he did not puke. He hardly even gagged.

"Yay, I still get chili," he said, though his queasiness made his voice sound more pathetic than cheerful. He righted himself and looked around in puzzlement.

"What the hell went on just now?" he asked, looking at the damage done to their HQ.

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John shrugged waiting for Fred to finish contemplating whether he was going to introduce the ground to the contents of his stomach. Suitably impressed that for once Fred had managed to resist the urge to hurl he glanced around at the remains of the camp.

"Looks like an earthquake of some sort if you ask me. The Mexican ain't on camp either so we don't know if it were him or natural though but I reckon whatever the outcome he ain't gonna ba high up on peoples favourite list." Looking at Fred John tilted his head to one side, hand reaching up to run over his hatless head. Yes that's right. John didn't have his hat.

It was somewhere in the remains of the building.

He was not happy.

"Think we're gonna have to dig some people out at this rate. Bradley's lookin' at the power supplies an' seein' what he can do. You up for a little demolition?"

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"Now I r'member why I don't like Japan. All the frickin' earthquakes." Dukes rubbed at the back of his head, looking at the fallen tree. "If I had my druthers, I'd take on Godzilla instead."

Fred caught the gesture of John realizing his signature accessory was missing. He almost laughed, but surprisingly kept a straight face. Perhaps John would be willing to let him bust one of Ricter's limbs.

"I'm always ready to break shit," he finally said with a broad grin. Happy to provide some help with destruction, his drawl was heavier. Shit was pronounced shee-yit.