Dave quickly used the matress lining to stitch together the gaping wound on Adrian's side. Adrian continued to wimper, but seemed more and more resigned to being operated on.
Dave: (Man ... I'd better not mess this up. Too many are watching me.)
Ammy: Hurry, Mister!
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Amaral sat in his office, waiting for the fone to ring. Vladimir was supposed to call when he got in.
But it wasn't ringing....
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Skaff was getting annoyed.
Skaff: Argh! Frye! Shoot open the gate! We're going in.
Vladimir: Whoa, Skaff. We've only been out here for four minutes. Don't lose--
Burr shot at the padlocks, and the gate easily swung open.
Vladimir: --patience. Screw it.
They strolled through the front gate and up to the front door of the complex. They walked in as if they owned the place, and walked up to the front desk. Frye rang the service bell ... and they waited for service.
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The writer of this chapter sat at his computer.
David: I wonder where everyone who used to reply to this rpg have disappeared to.
He clicked on the "Submit Reply" button, and hoped for the best.
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