Reply With QuoteNoticing the explosion Jack runs off in that direction. Yelling back at the girl that he was Jack. Who could have done something so evil? he wondered with glee.
Max leaped off a building with his blue jumpsuit on. His blue uranium rod sheathed on his bag, in plain sight. The explosion was close and he knew it.
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Noticing the explosion Jack runs off in that direction. Yelling back at the girl that he was Jack. Who could have done something so evil? he wondered with glee.
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Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
-Horace's Odes (III.2.13)
Max braced the wind coming at his face and commenced flying, he flew straight towards the mushroom shaped cloud. It looked a lot like a radiated bomb, and he should know. He was the Atomic Zephyr.
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He flew to the explosion. He daw he came from the Art museum. He curses and walks inside the museum.
Max landed next to the museum and walked into it, he saw David and looked at him. He shook his head and kept walking.
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Aaron drove down the street, looking up to notice a billowing cloud of smoke. "All available units and 182. 10-80 at the . _ street. 10-54 respond and isolate until bomb squad arrives." That's a block ahead. Aaron thought giving a quick glance to his laptop that displayed a map. The closes guy is me and everyone else is.. Eight blocks away. the officer assumed he was on his own but made a decision. He fired up the hood and burste into high speeds the short distance.
"182. Responding."
"Those who make a peaceful resolution impossible will make a violent resolution inevitable." ( President John F. Kennedy)
“A man can only be beaten in two ways, if he gives up or he dies.” -Richard Machowicz
Finding that he was closer than he imagined to the explosion, Jack arrived at a smoldering wreck of a building. Checking his map he found that this was what remained of the Art museum. Pity all those good things to steal, lost to the explosion.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
-Horace's Odes (III.2.13)
Max stared at Jack, he growled and jumped out of the top of the building, to examine it from far away with his binocucom.
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Looking up he noticed someone in a suit staring at him. Waving politely he went to find an alley to hide in our of sight from suit guy. Can't let that hero see me looking around. He has to be a hero no sensible mastermind would stay at the scene of his crime. Jack thought as he morphed himself again. This time going for a curious journalist.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
-Horace's Odes (III.2.13)
Max analyzed Jack's morph with his binocucom, as he walked out of the alleyway. His records said ???? ???? So, he was obviously some sort of clone. Or something of that sort.
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