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As soon as the team arrived, they began searching the storage unit. Within a few minutes, Kirk discovered the first body hidden behind a panel in the far corner of the room. "Guys, I found something," he yells, waving the machine back and forth in front of the far wall. "Look, there's a small gap between the wall and ceiling." Jerry says, pointing towards the corner.
(NAME) awoke a few hours later, nuzzling against the solid warmth in front of her. She pondered why her pillow was so solid, and mumbled something incoherent as she prised open her eyes. Oh. That's not her pillow.
A bounty hunter named Kisa was running away from two hired goons who had chased her down to a hidden night club. She had managed to dodge them and vanish into a shadowy alleyway, but as she was escaping out of the alley the clattering of a metal gate gave her position away. So she quickly darted for cover and just as she was about to get out of their line of sight she was tagged by three sleeping darts. Kisa tried to get farther away to hide better, but she passed out before she could.
The old tracks clicked in the night, a soft hum of noise in an otherwise empty space. A smiling cartoon figure watched over it all, its eerie smile sticking out like a sore thumb in the somber mood the night had cast over the park. Long shadows were casted on the sidewalk, which were colored with spilled ice cream and leftover popcorn. A janitor swept them up absent-mindedly, his crisp whistle echoing around the still air. His back was to the castle, the pride and joy of the happiest place on earth.
I'm going to kill us all still. But it's to kill your superiors. Because we aren't big enough to take the ship completely. Elijah begins to cry.
"You can survive a car crash, even if the car is destroyed." "That makes sense, I guess.
The winds picked up. Out of the west, the dust rolled in. It blocked out the sun, leaving people unaware of what time it was. It was still day out, but the world outside grew darker. It was like the death of the dinosaurs, how the dust from the meteorite had covered the sun and doomed them, but only it was with a different kind of dust
“No, that's why I’m asking genius! Why can’t you just shut up and―” “Yes we can go! We need to get stuff as well.” Ollie interrupts.
“You’re cheating!” Parker childishly exclaimed before throwing the controller across the room. “You’re just pissed because you keep losing….to me.” I laughed, as I grabbed a handful of Pringles from his plastic bowl. We had been playing FIFA for the past three hours and I beat him at every single round.
Never fear, never fear, for I am here. Never fear, never fear, don't shed a tear. A pair of forlorn faces this way come. I know them better than some, better than themselves, though not better than the other. I know them not from what they were, nor understand who they are meant to be, but I understand what they are.
The weather gotten noticeably colder and the stars became more distinguish in the clear night sky. The sky seems a bit more open and as TK stare up at the vast night sky, he felt small as the universe open its billions of eyes down upon him. Shaking the feeling off with callous fingers through his long dreaded hair. TK mind was distracted and no matter what he do he couldn’t shake the thoughts troubling him. This missions were much more complex then he first thoughts
It’s been a rough week for me and my family like just last night my dad's store was robbed we don't know who did it but my parents are freaking out mom mostly. Her job doesn't pay much so we relied on my dad's store to make the rest of the money and know that it's been robbed it doesn't seem all that hopeful. Then I get a call, it's my best friend Tom.
It rained all day, slowly creating masterpieces on the windows that quickly faded. Hannah felt like she lived in an art museum when she looked outside toward the usually bustling streets of Los Angeles to find only a few brave souls who dared to venture from their dry homes, their mouths open in disgust at the weather they had to know their precious city needed so badly. She was sure she could do this for eternity; just sit and watch the little droplets. Everything she needed to do, like pack for VidCon, could wait.
It's old news. It was an accident." Her gaze went so icy you could have chipped it into cubes and cooled a cocktail with it. "My brother's death was no accident." I raised an eyebrow - you need a lot of arcane skills in my business - and said "Your brother, eh?"
“The portal he spoke of, I need it, the freedom of people of Earth may depend upon it.” “Earth? I care nothing for what happens on Earth. Why should I help you?”