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DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 02:49:03 | PORUKA # 1 |
POSTOVA: 961
STATUS: OFFLINE
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island |
he took off his hat in the French fashion without waiting for her to'Then you must have been there with Frank Hurrell.'
http://www.dongnamvet.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=35262
“Bernelli here! Perimeter contact at radial two-twenty!”
http://forum.mycat.am/viewtopic.php?f=15&t=397016
She heard the kitchen door close and Kelly called out.She shed the jacket that had been necessary early this morning and rummaged among her tools in the back of her van for a box cutter. Flattening and stacking empty boxes, she piled them into the van for a trip to the recycling center. The former tenant’s old brochures and other miscellaneous paper could probably also be recycled. Most of the other stuff would simply have to go into the trash. She was no more than an hour into the job when her phone rang.“But then, why would you?” he said. “Why would anyone? I’m guessing the son never lived around here until recently.”
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In a rampage, the smoking and bleeding Ultralisk stampeded forward, heedless of the cost to its own body. The beast swung the sharp, bonelike scythes that protruded from its back and slashed the three surviving Firebats, one by one.“You know where those things come from?” the general asked, turning to her sharply.Kiernan and Kirsten Warner—he a young stonemason, she a teacher and amateur engineer—fought side by side with the granite-chopping implements Kiernan used in his work. He swung the long tool from one side to the other, hacking sharp limbs off the creatures, splitting their thick leathery hides, and leaving a pile of twitching, mindless alien bodies around him. Kirsten fought just as hard, as if trying to keep up with the number of victims Kiernan scattered on the ground.
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“Maybe I could call you later? At this point even phone sex probably wouldn’t be half bad.”
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Everyone looked up. The sound of scraping scales on serrated tails dragged casually across the armor shivered through the plates overhead. The sound occasionally obliterated the surreal voices so casually communicating from the still operating tac-com transceiver.
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