||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 07:05:54 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
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вЂњMaybe they had a houseguest?вЂќ she suggested halfheartedly.Sam grabbed up the drawings of the celebration cake and walked out to greet her.вЂњBe careful. Please?вЂќ
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As she stepped on the creaking sheet of corrugated metal that formed the porch, she heard something stir beneath it and saw a large creature moving in the shadows. “Old Blue!” she called, mentally telling herself to be relieved, though she felt no decrease in tension.He smiled proudly and turned to the bedraggled colonists. “You civilians can all rest easy now.”
Ardo glanced at Merdith. Her weapon had a built-in-target designator. Her grip on the weapon had not eased as she fired faster and faster.They needed no further urging. Breanne leaped over the console bordering one side of the island. Littlefield grabbed Merdith’s arm and ran for the stairs. He propelled her ahead of him, launching Merdith toward the catwalk around the room’s perimeter before jumping clear himself.the deck. By the sounds coming from the fissure, it was still burning its way down through several decks of the Command Center.
The low rumble was felt before it could be heard—a pounding of the ground that nervously shook everything resting on top of it. In moments it grew to audibility—thousands of Zerg rushing heedlessly toward them in an enraged fury. The ear-piercing screech of their voices punctuated the roar, chilling Ardo to his bones.A horrible scraping sound rang through the tritanium roof of the Operations Room. Ardo winced against the sound, pulling his rifle up closer to his chest in his sudden tension.“Uh, Lieutenant,” Cutter asked. “What kind of . . . bauble?”