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Post by DMCGoddess on Oct 27, 2006 15:39:59 GMT -6
The smell of the fresh cookies reached Lexi's nose and her eyes opened slowly. "Cookies..." she mumbled and sat up. She looked over and saw the cookies. Licking her lips she reached over and grabbed a cookie. One bite and Lexi was in heaven. "Hmmmmm" She groaned. 'Sooo goood!! She thought as she ate the cookie.
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Post by Jakey on Oct 28, 2006 5:16:57 GMT -6
Back in the garage, Karl picked up an orange box, and pulled out a headset entangled in wires.
He pressed a few buttons, and a dialling tone rang. It was a makeshift telephone.
"I really hope Cecil has his comm. device turned on..." sighed Karl, as he waited, listening to the dialling tone.
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Post by PhantomZero on Oct 28, 2006 7:09:53 GMT -6
Cecil whooped as the truck-tank-thing rushed out. "I wish I could show Karl this thing! It's like when we raced our matchbox cars, cept more awesome!" He said happily, feeling the breeze on his face and rushing along his back.
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Post by DMCGoddess on Oct 30, 2006 15:07:54 GMT -6
Lexi got up and out of the bed. She walked down the hall and knocked on the door to the garage.
"Karl!" She called. "Is it alright if I come in!?" She asked.
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Post by PhantomZero on Oct 30, 2006 16:13:12 GMT -6
As he enjoyed the breeze, his phone rang, and he picked it up, still holding on to the staff. "Hello Karl."
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Post by Jakey on Oct 31, 2006 15:40:45 GMT -6
"Cecil, I-"
Karl stopped and held the listening device away from his ear, so the noise of the huge engine didnt deafen him. He turned town a noise gate and this lowered the machine volume.
"Cecil... hey... Well I wanted to call and say your... uh, 'present' is almost ready, but now I wanna know what that machine is! Its engine sounds like a monster!" Karl said enthusiastically.
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Post by birdie on Nov 1, 2006 13:26:52 GMT -6
Jet couldn't hear the conversation taking place behind and above her, but she wouldn't really care either way. She was focused on other things at present, the murder, the mission, and the motive. As far as she knew, no one would want to steal from a supplier and kill him unless they wanted revenge or perhaps knew of another audience who could use the salvaged and stolen products that they offered. Or, heaven forbid, an enemy, and Jet had no lack of them, could have found out about her transactions with the suppliers and was trying to get to her that way.
Jet held her head in her hands, massaging her temples as a headache began to come on. Dax noticed this and looked over. "How long has it been?" he asked, loud enough to be heard over the engine, but not too loud to alert any others. Jet looked over at Dax, ignoring the headache. "A few days."
Dax nodded seriously. "How long can you go without?" Jet looked away this time and focused on the barren land spread out before them. "Long enough."
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