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Post by Sun Qi on Sept 14, 2006 16:59:38 GMT -5
*Matt orders one of the men to bring out the dashboard lighters from the trucks. When he brought it, Matt put one of his pistols away, grabbed the mans hand, and blew off his right hand index finger, then taking the lighter, stulk it on the bleeding hole where his finger used to be, so to stop the bleeding.*
Matt: Gonna tell me now?!
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Post by Cao Yu on Sept 14, 2006 17:01:43 GMT -5
Zookeeper: OK OK!!!...there main hideout is Dundalk, we have a major building there. All the rest of our forces are there and we plan attacks there. Take them, just dont kill me!...i dont care if you kill all my comrades..it wernt my idea!...just dont kill me!
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Post by Sun Qi on Sept 14, 2006 17:04:58 GMT -5
Matt: Good boy. Now dont drop the soap in prison!
*Matt orders the man to have his finger tended to, then to be brought straight to the Hospital. He is hand cuffed, and escorted in a Tranport Truck with 30 Irish Infantry (M-16's). Matt then heads back to Dublin to prepare their attack on the Black Cards.*
There is no more need for this thread. Thread locked
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Post by Cao Yu on Sept 14, 2006 17:06:00 GMT -5
Zookeeper: No!!!...No!!!!!...
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