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made by this aero firm and am just about ready to give a go-ahead. We could take out all their executives and throw the peons remaining into a tailspin. They will have to shut down. They will feel they have been visited by the devil himself when the coroner arrives to declare as dead the piles of bones and cartilage and seepage.
VaporStrike: May I be so quick as to tell the others, then, "Fire will fall in Colony Two"?
OmarLoggi: Don't be hasty. I have reservations.
VaporStrike: We cannot strike this firm at its offices, because of its security. The convention facility is perfect. With your new vinegar, the victims only have to indulge once.
Tyler looks down at his arms, which he is compulsive enough never to scratch or pick at. "We should consider ourselves lucky. He's probably been working with tularemia for about thirty years. He's probably just now ironing out all the kinks. What if we'd been struck by that strain?"
Americans love to ask "What if?" Instead of answering, I create more text.
VaporStrike: The troops are in place.
OmarLoggi: Tell them to calm down. We have to be extremely careful.
VaporStrike: It is not as risky as you are thinking. They will look for us to strike in Britain, Spain ... Ethiopia.
Tyler steps backward, saying, "Whoa. Guess it's an American hit. But we already knew that, eh?"
"Say where, you devils," I mutter at the screen. At times I have felt my muttering has brought me luck.
VaporStrike: Speak to me of your reservation.
OmarLoggi: It is bad luck to keep striking the young.
"Jeezus." Tyler shudders. "I suppose
'keep
striking' is a reference to almost killing four teenagers last time."
ShadowStrike obviously kept up with the news concerning their almost-successes. Yet it is upsetting to hear them make reference directly to the Trinity Four, whom we helped save. I try to wait patiently for more chatter to appear.
VaporStrike: You are referencing the fact that there is an amusement park directly across the street from the target.
Tyler points to this line on the screen, chuckles evilly, and says, "
Bingo
."
I can barely enjoy the fact that we just cut our search down to one-tenth of what it would have been. Tyler always manages to state horrific things more easily than I do, and I had to listen to him thinking aloud.
"It's one thing to imagine full-grown adults melting like the witch in the
Wizard of Oz.
It's another thing to think of it happening to kids. What, do they come off the slide at the water park and simply start to smoke like—"
"Will you please show more respect?" I ask patiently.
"It's gross. I can't help it."
Omar: The industrialized world will find your choice most offensive, my friend. We have to think of how we could be viewed—if we want further backing and further political support from others.
VaporStrike: As we will never trumpet our success like some organizations do, how will anyone prove, or even be aware, that it was us?
Omar: Our major backers will know, although I have just spoken with Chancellor. He is like-minded to you.
"Who is Chancellor?" I ask, banking the code name in the front of my mind. It is new to us. My fingers itch to send this to Hodji.
"Obviously someone holding the purse strings," Tyler says.
VaporStrike: They are all like-minded to us. We would not change critical plans if we were endangering puppies, would we?
Omar: Your meaning?
VaporStrike: These are the children of dogs.
Omar: I see.
VaporStrike: I am not completely inhuman. I am not saying to intentionally strike many men's offspring. I am saying let's not alter our course for what we realize is certainly not a tragic loss, even if much of the world is deceived into thinking it is.
I note their exits and try not to absorb their philosophies into my brain. It will only give me a useless asthma attack. I focus on how happy I am to see that we have more to puzzle over. We can eliminate many convention centers as the potential hit site by focusing on those that are in close
VaporStrike: May I be so quick as to tell the others, then, "Fire will fall in Colony Two"?
OmarLoggi: Don't be hasty. I have reservations.
VaporStrike: We cannot strike this firm at its offices, because of its security. The convention facility is perfect. With your new vinegar, the victims only have to indulge once.
Tyler looks down at his arms, which he is compulsive enough never to scratch or pick at. "We should consider ourselves lucky. He's probably been working with tularemia for about thirty years. He's probably just now ironing out all the kinks. What if we'd been struck by that strain?"
Americans love to ask "What if?" Instead of answering, I create more text.
VaporStrike: The troops are in place.
OmarLoggi: Tell them to calm down. We have to be extremely careful.
VaporStrike: It is not as risky as you are thinking. They will look for us to strike in Britain, Spain ... Ethiopia.
Tyler steps backward, saying, "Whoa. Guess it's an American hit. But we already knew that, eh?"
"Say where, you devils," I mutter at the screen. At times I have felt my muttering has brought me luck.
VaporStrike: Speak to me of your reservation.
OmarLoggi: It is bad luck to keep striking the young.
"Jeezus." Tyler shudders. "I suppose
'keep
striking' is a reference to almost killing four teenagers last time."
ShadowStrike obviously kept up with the news concerning their almost-successes. Yet it is upsetting to hear them make reference directly to the Trinity Four, whom we helped save. I try to wait patiently for more chatter to appear.
VaporStrike: You are referencing the fact that there is an amusement park directly across the street from the target.
Tyler points to this line on the screen, chuckles evilly, and says, "
Bingo
."
I can barely enjoy the fact that we just cut our search down to one-tenth of what it would have been. Tyler always manages to state horrific things more easily than I do, and I had to listen to him thinking aloud.
"It's one thing to imagine full-grown adults melting like the witch in the
Wizard of Oz.
It's another thing to think of it happening to kids. What, do they come off the slide at the water park and simply start to smoke like—"
"Will you please show more respect?" I ask patiently.
"It's gross. I can't help it."
Omar: The industrialized world will find your choice most offensive, my friend. We have to think of how we could be viewed—if we want further backing and further political support from others.
VaporStrike: As we will never trumpet our success like some organizations do, how will anyone prove, or even be aware, that it was us?
Omar: Our major backers will know, although I have just spoken with Chancellor. He is like-minded to you.
"Who is Chancellor?" I ask, banking the code name in the front of my mind. It is new to us. My fingers itch to send this to Hodji.
"Obviously someone holding the purse strings," Tyler says.
VaporStrike: They are all like-minded to us. We would not change critical plans if we were endangering puppies, would we?
Omar: Your meaning?
VaporStrike: These are the children of dogs.
Omar: I see.
VaporStrike: I am not completely inhuman. I am not saying to intentionally strike many men's offspring. I am saying let's not alter our course for what we realize is certainly not a tragic loss, even if much of the world is deceived into thinking it is.
I note their exits and try not to absorb their philosophies into my brain. It will only give me a useless asthma attack. I focus on how happy I am to see that we have more to puzzle over. We can eliminate many convention centers as the potential hit site by focusing on those that are in close
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