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Post by Icara Hytate on Sept 8, 2011 0:46:52 GMT -5
Finally, Icara slipped out of the cuffs. In one fluid motion, he twisted around, pulled out a Glock 18, and pointed it at Romanov and Sparrow. "Seems the tables have turned, you dirty Ruskie." scoffed Icara.
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Post by Sparrow on Sept 9, 2011 19:11:05 GMT -5
Sparrow was taken by surprise and as a response froze.
Malvion watched from far above.
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Post by Sweetheart on Oct 6, 2011 2:35:51 GMT -5
Slowly, Ivan begins raise his hand, cigarette inbetween the pointer and middle fingers. With nothing more than a sly smile, Ivan chucks the cigarette straight for Icara's left eye. The lit part turns to face the agent's eye.
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Post by Icara Hytate on Oct 6, 2011 2:48:14 GMT -5
The pain was explosive. Nearly immediately after the cancer stick made contact with Icara's eye, hi hands flew up to his left eye. It may hurt to have dirt in your eye, but microfiberglass? He fell to the ground writhing in pain.
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Post by Sparrow on Dec 2, 2011 2:22:11 GMT -5
"Wow. Smoking really does harm the people surrounding you." Sparrow says in a serious joking manner.
She waves to Ivan to signal they should slip away at the chance. Then quietly sneaks past Icara and towards the street.
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Post by Sweetheart on Dec 12, 2011 1:28:14 GMT -5
Ivan follows close behind, pausing to retrive the American Agent's Glock. "Now what is our plan?"
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Post by Icara Hytate on Dec 12, 2011 1:42:24 GMT -5
Half-blind, in nearly blackout pain, and on his hands and knees, Icara crawled back to his Benz. He reached the car, threw the door open. On his seat was a flip-phone. He openned it up and hit speed dial. "Any new leads?" asked a voice on the other end. "Marcus! Alert the local police! I'm down and can't continue. I want the Ruskie and that woman in a cell twenty yards underground by the time the paramedics get to me!" Thanks to the CIA's absolute control of importance, it wasn't long before sirens were heard blaring. A large squad of SUVs rolled down the street, red and blue lights flashing vigorously. Behind the SUVs was an ambulence. However, as the SUVs neared closer to the three's location the paint scheme and emblazed letters were different than that of the regular police. The squadcars' main color was dark black, with green strips down the sides. Within the stripes it read, 'U.S. Marshals.'
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Post by Sparrow on Dec 13, 2011 1:15:40 GMT -5
Seeing the on-coming Suvs, Sparrow proclaims in a much serious manner,
"Beat it, its the fuzz!"
She quickly dives into the nearest ally, hoping Romanov will follow.
Malvion catches up, cawing all the while.
"That's right Mal old pal. We need to find a hide out."
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Post by Sweetheart on Dec 13, 2011 1:39:22 GMT -5
The Russian smiles when he sees the speed at which the SUV in roaring toward them. Using FSB shooting training, he fiers a single 9mm Parebelleum round into the left tire of the lead SUV. The tire exploded, causing the car to fly out of control, smashing to a fellow squad car, throwing them into the rest. Retreating into the ally, Romanov heard Sparrow's conversation with Malvion. "You're right," he said, ejecting the G-18's mag and releasing the trapped round in the barrel, hiding both in his pants, "I may know a few people, I'll ring them up, but let's go somewhere a little less.... crowded." Romanov smiled at the last of his sentence.
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Post by Sparrow on Jan 21, 2012 22:16:18 GMT -5
Sparrow ducked her head for a moment of thought.
"What about the library? Not many people are there and a shoot out is less likely."
Malvion hangs low in the air overhead keeping pace well.
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Post by Sweetheart on Jan 21, 2012 22:46:25 GMT -5
Romanov smiled and concealed a laugh. "I guess that is correct."
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Post by Sparrow on Jan 21, 2012 23:15:36 GMT -5
Sparrow nodded,
"Tally ho to the library we go."
She leads the way to a large roman styled library. Malvion flies to the top of a flagpole and roosts atop it, watching the scene below.
Sparrow slows her pace to a calm walk as she goes in. A truly stereotypical librarian glares up from her desk as Sparrow passes by.
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Post by Sweetheart on Jan 21, 2012 23:18:57 GMT -5
Romanov follows behind, hiding the pistol in his pants before they enter the library
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Post by Sparrow on Feb 17, 2012 23:21:26 GMT -5
The librarian snobbishly examines Romanov as he walks in before promptly returning to her work.
Sparrow heads up to the second floor by using the stairs, not noticing if there was an elevator or not. She figured the second floor was a better hiding place then the first, and there was cover to avoid the librarian overhearing anything.
Sparrow walks to the nearest window to glance a quick peek to see if the agents are following.
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Post by Sweetheart on Feb 18, 2012 14:45:45 GMT -5
Romanov follows along, silently looking through some of the stacks, pretending to look at books. Anyone who knew Romanov knew he was faking, as the books he was looking at were American History Books. "Sparrow, you sure we're safe?"
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