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An Old Friend.Chapter11 Sure wasn't hard to get into the building. She took down the power from the outside and then made her way to the back going into the basement to kill the generator. Using the steps she made her way up a few floors. She wasn't sure which floor to go to, to get the information that she needed.An Old Friend.Chapter11 by nigth-the-hedgehog
She would hear people talking in from room trying to figure out what happened to the power. She was sure that it would take no more than an hour to get the power back on, as long as someone knew how to put wires back together.
She got half way up the tower before finding what she needed. She kicked the door down, not caring if anyone was in the room. Which there wasn't. It was a bit more of a privet room, probably only used during the day time. She went over to a computer and took something out of one of the pockets on her pants she connected it to the computer which made
An Old Friend.Chapter10 The people in the room speak in Slovakian to each other. Evelyn is wearing exactly what she was wearing before, and standing straight up as if she was a soldier, looking at the man not far from her. His name is Vlada Hutmeier.An Old Friend.Chapter10 by nigth-the-hedgehog
">>Is there a reason why he wasn't killed?He is a skilled fighter, that is why. He knows nearly all of my moves, and when I'm going to use them. I've seen him fight before, I thought I could take him. I almost had him,But then he said something and everything just went black, I can't remember what happened after that. Do I know him?You use to, but that doesn't matter any more. He's on the side of the enemy, and we have to take him down, you know that,Don't dare talk back to me. You know what happened last time you started to argue.Can I at least know where I know him from.You saw him on an earlier mission, that is all.But sir, I-.Now, what are you going to do,Fin
Bucky EscapesTHIS STORY IS CONTINUATION OF "GROUP THERAPY" LINK IN DESCRIPTIONBucky Escapes by Mag889
He leaned towards a wall behind his back, somewhere in a remote alley. He rubbed his right shoulder with a grunt. It almost got dislocated while taking the last swing from the lowest windowsill outside. Of course, people saw him. Damn cell phones! He saw at least one person taping his descent, but what he would expect after such an emotionally spontaneous action?
He was outgunned, standard „civil” clothes provided by Stark were comfortable and sturdy but it was clear he was not allowed to carry any weapons, except for missions...
„You're my mission!”
James hissed, watching in his mind Steven's face being smashed to a bloody pulp. The notion of these confusion and anger moments, the second when the reality struck him and opened his eyes were almost as painful as memory wiping.
He couldn't give up now... Thor was somewhere there, surely enjoying himself with another hunt. Maybe demigod just allowed
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My Heart belongs to the men at Arkham Asylum.
Current Residence: pittsburgh pa.
Favourite genre of music: rock, emo, screamo, nightcore, j/k-pop
MP3 player of choice: sansa
Favorite cartoon character: Batman and Joker
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