Robinson laid there, wondering how Kravic was going to die, the easy way? or the hard way?
Vlagan phoned n. "Time you're aiming, shooting, and agility to run, if not, you die." Vlagan clicked off.
Robinson still ln his position nodded lightly, a girl was with Kravic.
"Kravic dear, why don't we go to-" The girl was cut off by Kravic.
"Shut the hell up! can't you see im busy?" Kravic looked out the window still while the girl looked at him in disgust,
"Bitch." She thought to herself as he turned around,
"I'm looking for a reason why I feel like I am about to get-" Just before he knew it, he got shot in the head, the girl, Saturn smirked.
"It's what you got, right dear?" she walked outside to the limo, "Vamos, now." The Driver nodded driving off into the streets.
"Greg here! we just got a murder! Kravic Choles! I repeat! Kravic Choles is dead! driving down there!"
"Copy that Hound 6, this is Fox 12 in the chopper awaiting command."
Vlagan phoned in again, "You got too many cops on your tail, only option: Run."
Vlagan clicked off,
Robinson jumped down running, Greg lo...
"You can close up your system, we have him at the police station now." That
"I'm heading out to make an arrest." He replied, his tone carried a slight hint of Incertitude as to the motive of this inquiry.
“They set a bomb off in the base,” she explained looking terrified. “Then they raided it and made sure that not a single one of us had escaped. I was lucky not to be there when it happened. I am even more lucky that they didn’t hunt me down.” She tipped the motorcycle over and hid it with some brush. “Follow me,” she demanded.
“I knew he was going to kill me. I did not realize then that I was an animal already dying.”
"If I don't tell them soon, it will," Thalia trailed off, not wanting to finish her sentence. Dally seemed to understand.
He turned his head to see them as he walked, "Thank you. Your actions today were commendable." Then he got back to business. "Uhura, get a message to the Duvall to report to Med Bay for physicals. I think she took the most hits over there."
Just then, one of the officers phone rang, he urgently picked up the phone. The color drained from his face.
In June of 1991 Coty and I were passengers in a car operated by Paul who was the father of one of my most promising tennis students. It was a two-hour drive from Alexandria Bay to see his older son, Tony, play his first tournament in Utica. Paul and his wife, Terri, were separated, but she was agreeable to bringing Tony to the site. Paul, Coty and I never arrived. Paul had an undisclosed sugar disorder that caused him to fall asleep after eating. We had a sandwich in Watertown. The car was on cruise control thirty minutes later when he dozed off on a two-lane road near Pulaski. Before I could grab the wheel we had a head-on collision with a three-quarter-ton truck.
“Another one down. Hunter people are getting killed with this plan!” Alex said with panic
In a deep gravely voice “Fine, your job is to stay behind and guard the base with your life, do I make my self clear!?”
“Why aren’t you ready, Tawny? We need to go. We are going to be late!” he cried impatiently with his little stick-like arms crossed firmly against his chest.
She looked at him with surprise, she knew she had to get away. "Well, I'm sorry, but I don't really know anything about cars. I don't think that I would be able to help you."
“Yes. We are going to do a lot of renovating so don’t you worry, it won’t look like this for long” Silvia replied enthusiastically while also trying to pull a reluctant and screaming Charlie out of the vehicle.
“Nothing! Shit!” I panicked. So, we decided to stare at the car a little longer