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Post by Terrence Tacey on Dec 6, 2009 19:11:55 GMT -8
BOOM!!!
A loud cloud of dust settled over the metallic room as a short teen boy poked his blue head up from behind a metal block that acted as a desk. He blinked as he reached up and pulled himself up from behind the metal block. Terrence rubbed his eyes silently as he stumbled to the door that led out into a large hall. He coughed as the smoke spilled out of the room and into the hall.
Terrence turned to the room where he had been building the gas bomb, and frowned. It went of prematurely. It was a bomb designed to hold nerve gas, however, right now, it just had pepper gas. Either way, it was a nasty substance to be locked in a room with. He sat down on the floor of the hall and began to wait silently for the gas to air out. Terrence's large blue eyes stared up ahead at the ceiling, he could be mistaken for a statue if he didn't breath softly and have colors. |
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