In the next series of frames, he could see Merrimac smoothly part the crowd on his way to check out their suspects.
And then running.
And then falling.
Over and over and over again. Until the scene lost its affect.
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Posted 15 June 2010
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His leg right twitched and sent a jolt through his upper body that exited out his left shoulder. Dmitry gasped to life seated against the smooth and solid surface of his wooden office door, his legs outstretched to V below his leaning torso. Groggy, he flickered and briefly scanned the broken room. Dima recognized everything [...]
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Posted 12 June 2010
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David lowered his gun slightly, bringing his fist to his abdomen. He spat blood and propped a hand against the white painted brick wall. He panted, fueled by fear. He turned again to the far end of the hall. The creature met his gaze with its now yellow eyes, turned and left. Several others called to it in the distance.
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Posted 27 May 2010
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There were eleven, including David. Detective Ford, McDowell, and eight of their men. One lay upstairs on a cot, grasping a battered arm to his chest and muttering through his fever. Two men with guns stood watch, just in case.
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Posted 19 May 2010
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The silent Hancock at her heels, she made her way along the yellow-bricked carpet all the while praying her quarry would stay put. It did. In fact, by the time she came within hearing distance, the conversation was still going strong.
And what she heard didn’t make any sense.
“I like the sound of the payoff, sure. But I just don’t know. It still sounds risky,” the man was saying.
Joe shook his salt-and-pepper head. “It’s not. We pull in a lot of money at these kinds of events, not to mention what we get on paper. Yours will blend right in—one pledge among many.”
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The animal with a chain now around it’s neck began to call. It’s cry echoing around the room, bouncing from locker to locker. The two in the cage began to echo their brother’s cry, static fur clinging to the metal bars of their now emptier cage.
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Posted 08 May 2010
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I’d had them minutes before; I knew I did. But as of this precise moment, I had no idea where they had gone. Beyond any doubt they had to be somewhere in the house. After all, I’d driven myself home not ten minutes before and had visited a grand total of three rooms.
They weren’t in any of them.
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“This is a good vintage.” He scooped a handful of soil and let it run through his fingers. It fell in loose clumps, a dark brown shade, and landed back in the rough burlap bag on the floor. “It looks fantastic. That color is so rich, so deep.” He licked the few remaining moist flecks [...]
It was a smell, a feeling, that alerted Frank. Something was off. The smell of blood and decay, a tinge of saliva and feces. The fog shifted forward, revealing bones. Most were gnawed clean, some broken for the marrow. There were piles, Frank guessed just under a hundred, mostly animals. Most, but not all.
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Posted 30 April 2010
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Today’s incident was mostly her own fault; she recognized that. But she also understood that no kind of security was completely infallible, especially when pitted against a determined antagonist. She couldn’t count on anyone to protect her. Not Kevin Briggs, not Hancock, and not Kyle Merrimac.
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