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Old 08-13-2009, 12:56 PM   #153
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"In russia? No, no one here who'd give us shelter, wait a minute. Ofcourse, Yuri. He might be willing to help." Sam pulled out his cell and dialed Yuri's number.
Ring-ring...
Ring-ring...
. . . . . .
Jaden sat and listened to his I-pod, full of heavy metal to motivate him to his Kick-butt mode.
"Sir, there's a group of Civies down on the ground. Their fending off a horde." THe pilot called back.
"Take out the horde, bring in the civies." Jaden ordered. They set down and unloaded some lead from their Vulcans and their Ma Deuces. After a few minutes, the horde was nothing more than a bloody smear and twitching parts.
The civilians gratefully boarded the Chinook.
"Thanks, for saving us. My name is Zoey." said the brown haired girl.
(Yesm I am throwing in soem references to awesome video games, while not being a total rip off artist.)


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Deep thought #1: In the end, everyone dies. No one can outrun time, death itself is always breathing down your neck, just waiting to slip the noose over you. But, in your time of death, what matters is not when or how or even why. What matters is what you do with it. Do you sit down and call it quits, or do you get up, stare your killer and death itself in the face, and laugh copiously, right until the end.
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