||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 05:12:48 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|вЂњArenвЂ™t they cute?вЂќ Jen whispered as a tiny ballerina left with her older brother, a ferocious vampire. |
вЂњNo, IвЂ™ve only been home for a half hour or so. Just unwinding with some TV. KellyвЂ™s asleep in the guest room and MamaвЂ™s probably been in bed for hours. WhatвЂ™s up?вЂќвЂњLet me work on it,вЂќ Riki said. вЂњThe old man is a branch of the same tree as his son. HeвЂ™s been hitting on me ever since I moved into this building. Well, as they say, two can play at that game.вЂќBy midmorning things settled a little out front and Sam went into the back room to make some follow-up calls. First to the fixture company where the man answering the phone assured her that his crew was on the way to Taos and should be arriving anytime. Fuming a little, Sam had no choice but to hope that was true. Her next call was to the radio stationвЂ™s ad representative. He played the first take of her ad over the phone and she was pleased with the way it sounded. One small change of wording and she okayed it to begin running on Thursday before the Saturday gala.
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chance of an adventure, and he would be a fool not to take it; but it was
“I'm extending our sensor net, General,” said Lieutenant Scott. “Scanning ahead for defensive positions.”Sarah Kerrigan was much more than just another Zerg.Octavia trudged across the drying muck to the robo-harvester. With a shake of her short brown curls,
“Cutter, Outer One, south, Lieutenant.”Suddenly the Mutalisk’s horrible attack stopped. Ardo looked up. The head of the Mutalisk exploded under a stream of tracer fire from the command island. Bits of the creature rained down around the room. Several greasy pieces impacted on Ardo’s battle armor, the creature’s latent acid clawing at the metal fabric of the suit. Ardo yelled incoherently as he brushed the pieces away quickly with his gloved hands. His suit was badly pocked, but he did not think anything had burned all the way through.“Then stop trying to think,” Breanne screamed. Her voice was shrill and unnerving. “I’ll think for you. You’re notpaidto think!”