||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 07:57:13 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|his manner suddenly, called Philip Mr. Carey instead of old boy, assumed |
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took in his calling and the determination, backed by his confidence and
Ardo continued to press his fire. He could see the nearest Mutalisk open its mouth, its jaw muscles working. He had a glimpse of fanglike projections on either side of its massive jaw.“Keep ’em off me, brother,” Wabowski drawled. “I’m a little busy here.”“Don’t just stand there,damn it!Fire at will!” Littlefield shouted through the command channel.
A smile flickered in his eyes, and he stirred his absinthe in