||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 05:58:49 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|“No!” Breanne roared.“You’ll know when I see it, Cutter,” Breanne said. “On board you’ll find a scanner plug-in for your armor. It has been precalibrated to acquire the target. I don’t know what the target is, and you don’t really care. But if wedofind it, it’s our ticket off this rock. I’ll give you more once we’ve got the position secure. That’s all.”“Yes, back to Bountiful. And we’ll find the truth together.” |
They both took up their own port firing positions, dreading what was coming next.Ardo ejected a cartridge, holding the fire trigger down even as he was slamming the new cartridge home. “A little busy here, Lieutenant!”
His men were ready for the order. The Firebats rushed into the lead and opened up their Perdition flamethrowers. Gouts of fire scorched the leaping Zerglings, turning them into flailing fireballs as they sprang, only to crash into the curved walls, leaving a smear of smoking organic residue.Amdor seemed more intrigued by the strange shapes and runes marked around the outer shell. “Those clues, plus the original encrypted signal, are undeniable proof that this object had its origin with the Wanderers from Afar. We have found a legacy of the Xel'Naga.”Jim Raynor. She tried not to remember him. She would have no scruples now against killing the burly, good-natured man with his walrus mustache, if such was required of her. She did not regret what had happened to her, since she had a more important mission now.
The brightness of the bay helped, however, once they were inside its glow. The fewer shadows the better. The main bay towered over them through two decks. To his left and right, Ardo knew that the Command Center held the mineral and gas processors, which were the heart that sustained any mobile command base. Their bulk took up most of the Command Center’s internal space.
than the shabby brown dress she had always worn. Philip searched among her"How many did you get?" one boy asked Singer.heavy eyebrows. He held the pose hour after hour without appearance of
“Well, I . . . don’t know,” Merdith replied levelly. “I believe I was unconscious at the time.”“Cutter!” the lieutenant barked when they arrived at the ramp leading into the ship.