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DATUM: SRIJEDA, 2014-11-12, 22:37:08 | PORUKA # 1 |
POSTOVA: 961
STATUS: OFFLINE
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island |
with cold. It was incredible, and yet it seemed that the only effect ofSighs grew more worried every month; he could not get the thought out of
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Merdith struggled to her feet, glanced up and screamed—more out of honest surprise than fear,Ardo supposed. It was hard to think of that woman being truly afraid of much of anything. Whatever the reason, Ardo noted it got their attention. The remaining Mutalisks dove down through the opening, sailing into the room en masse.Merdith eyed the lieutenant carefully, sizing her up. “I’m Merdith Jernic. I am . . . well, was . . . an engineer down at Oasis Station.”It was Tinker Jans.
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he was a player who despised the opponent he vanquished;
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His breakfast gushed in a cascade against the floor of the spore tunnel. His arms supported him but continued to shake uncontrollably. Again, he heaved; then again.“This is theVixen on radial three-four-zero, forty-five clicks to MS Station . . . stand by to refuel for immediate dustoff.”“Clear, sir,” Cutter sniffed. “Glass-clear.”
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The Zergling was at least ten meters down the spore colony tunnel that appeared immediately to Ardo’s left. The horrendous creature turned suddenly to face the light, just as Ardo got his bearings. The long, deep-ivory talons extending from each of its forearms snapped toward the terrified Marine. The Zergling’s vomit-brown head cowl reared back as it screeched hideously.“Flying cover?” It was Sejak, the young kid. “In a Dropship?”
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At least it appeared that Cheryl Adams was alive, unharmed, and in the clear, and Sam felt relieved about that. She stood in her driveway as Beau pulled away, debating whether to devote the remaining half-day to the cleanup or to get back to Sweet’s Sweets and see how things were going there. A big head-slap later she was on her way to the bakery. What was she thinking, leaving her brand new business in the hands of two even-newer employees?Another thirty minutes poking about the many cubbyholes in the house but nowhere did Sam come across the name Bram Fenton nor any mention of a private investigator, outside of one Sue Grafton novel, coated in dust, under a living room end table.
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