... it's all gone. Open your eyes now. You have to see what's happening!
Motorics
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... it's all gone. Open your eyes now. You have to see what's happening!
It's not easy. He has 0.4 seconds to do so. He won't make it. You're on your own.
It's not easy. He has 0.6 seconds to do so. He won't make it. You're on your own.
The Hardie boys are screaming, fighting, dying. Someone jumps over you -- nearby gunfire shatters glass.
You leap left. A swarm of angry lead passes mere millimetres from your side, tearing fabric off your coat. Feels like the lightest of tucks.
You leap left. A swarm of angry lead-hornets passes mere millimetres from your side. Feels like they're almost touching your naked skin.
You leap left. A swarm of angry lead-hornets passes mere millimetres from your side, tearing fabric off your shirt. Feels like the lightest of tucks.
You can't. There is no time. Something inside your pelvis explodes. Your entire lower body is on fire and your legs can't support you... you fall down like a rag doll.
You simply blink. Then something inside your pelvis explodes. Your entire lower body is on fire and your legs can't support you... you fall down like a rag doll.
The shot rings and you stumble. Something violently tugs at your shoulder, pushing you backwards with incredible force.
Papers? Papers would be cool. Maybe there's registration inside? Like a person registration? You know, like your badge is!
You sense that the lieutenant is ready to say something -- don't let him. Fix this yourself, you did this.
That was a wink. Your good cop/idiot cop routine seems to have done the trick.
There's a joke here, and you know what it is.
If he knows so much about Oranje, maybe he also knows about Oranjese mercenaries?
Two Areopagites and a Mesque -- could be Eugene, Theo, and Alain.