Blackjack Palazzo
06-01-2005, 05:22 AM
Yeah, the title's messed up, but it was the prompt word. And yes, Team Jet is apparently canon.
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The knife went spinning across the room and lodged in the wall, and the agent dropped to the ground with a busted jaw.
I stepped over him and reached for his partner, grabbing her by the collar and backing her against the wall. "Where is it?" I snarl, and she looks like she's about to cry.
What kind of wimps are the Jets training, anyway?
She doesn't answer. Maybe she's better trained than I thought. So I smack her and follow it with a blow to the stomach.
That gets her talking. Before long, she's told me everything I need to know, so I let go. She drops to the ground with a thud.
I should waste them. But I'm feeling generous today. Besides, that's two broken agents who can put the fear of the Marauder into 'em, right?
So I head out of the cabin and take the five steps from the door that the agent said. There's a plank of wood on the ground that I hadn't paid much mind to when I came in--hell, there was one serving as the damn doormat, so why should I? I kick it aside and there's what I was looking for--a box. I do my checking for any sort of explosives and don't find any, so I break the lock and open it. Three keys inside--not bad considering they're keys to a Jet stronghold. I pocket them and take the box with me as a security precaution.
Another mission, wrapped up nice. I figure I'll get back to the base, unwind, maybe find some nice chickie to bring back to my room...Oh yeah.
I think I'm smirking, but it's kinda hard to tell. Tomorrow I come back out on another mission, bust some more Jets and instil more fear in the hearts of the populace.
Life is good.
***
The knife went spinning across the room and lodged in the wall, and the agent dropped to the ground with a busted jaw.
I stepped over him and reached for his partner, grabbing her by the collar and backing her against the wall. "Where is it?" I snarl, and she looks like she's about to cry.
What kind of wimps are the Jets training, anyway?
She doesn't answer. Maybe she's better trained than I thought. So I smack her and follow it with a blow to the stomach.
That gets her talking. Before long, she's told me everything I need to know, so I let go. She drops to the ground with a thud.
I should waste them. But I'm feeling generous today. Besides, that's two broken agents who can put the fear of the Marauder into 'em, right?
So I head out of the cabin and take the five steps from the door that the agent said. There's a plank of wood on the ground that I hadn't paid much mind to when I came in--hell, there was one serving as the damn doormat, so why should I? I kick it aside and there's what I was looking for--a box. I do my checking for any sort of explosives and don't find any, so I break the lock and open it. Three keys inside--not bad considering they're keys to a Jet stronghold. I pocket them and take the box with me as a security precaution.
Another mission, wrapped up nice. I figure I'll get back to the base, unwind, maybe find some nice chickie to bring back to my room...Oh yeah.
I think I'm smirking, but it's kinda hard to tell. Tomorrow I come back out on another mission, bust some more Jets and instil more fear in the hearts of the populace.
Life is good.