||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 05:25:38 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|'Arthur what have you done?'She sprang to her feet, as though to get away from him; her heart beatveil, and she caught a glimpse of terrible secrets. She understood how |
"MY DEAR AMY,
The power-enhanced, armored glove did its job well. Jans fell unconscious to the floor.“Oh, I didn’t find you, ma’am. That was Cutter—PFC Koura-Abi. That big guy you met earlier in Ops.”He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he peered out the firing slits in the bunker.
Ardo had no time to argue. He and Cutter ran back toward the bunker. He could already see the tracer fire ripping through the gun ports in all directions. The Hydralisks were pouring across the ground, surging toward the bunker itself. Their carapace shells were distended, their armor-piercing spine quills at the ready for the attack.“Keep ’em off me, brother,” Wabowski drawled. “I’m a little busy here.”
Was he threatening BeauвЂ™s job because of incriminating evidence against himself? Sam held her breath.