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Post by James Bond on Nov 21, 2006 20:34:21 GMT -5
((James can get stuck in the Elaborat Death Machine That Doesn't Work another time.))
*Wriggles out of his chains and hears the sound of a struggle. With his cape streaming out behind him He draws his gun and kicks down the door the noise is coming from.*
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Post by Sydney on Nov 21, 2006 20:41:17 GMT -5
((XD))
Sydney stared for a second at the man who had swung open the door.
She grabbed him arm and ran towards a window. Syd took out two gadgets from her pocket and handed one to him, "Hook it onto your belt."
Syd hooked hers to her belt, secured the other end to the window sill and jumped off, landing safely in the grass.
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Post by James Bond on Nov 21, 2006 20:48:33 GMT -5
*After landing on the grass with the girl, Bond re-adjusted his tie*
"I believe we may wish to schedual our next visit when we're a bit more prepared."
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Post by Sydney on Nov 21, 2006 20:51:00 GMT -5
Sydney sharply turned and glared at him, "Our next visit? I don't think so. I work alone."
She turned back around and started to make her way out of the grounds.
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Post by James Bond on Nov 21, 2006 20:52:16 GMT -5
"And I can see why."
*Walks away*
"Americans. And I still don't trust her."
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Post by Sydney on Nov 21, 2006 21:01:27 GMT -5
"D*mn Brits," Sydney muttered to herself. "I don't trust him."
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