Youko Tama
Zero One 
Under Anchor :: Clueless
Posts: 57
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Post by Youko Tama on Apr 20, 2012 3:14:19 GMT
Zero One was thankful for all of the crates and stuff around. It made his hiding easier.
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Post by Tetsu Hikiri on Apr 20, 2012 3:16:38 GMT
Tetsu turned back into his human form and doubled over, hands on his knees, panting heavily. He breathed in deep, and began searching for 01.
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Youko Tama
Zero One
Under Anchor :: Clueless
Posts: 57
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Post by Youko Tama on Apr 20, 2012 3:17:29 GMT
He dashed crate to crate, hiding behind anything, always looking back at Tetsu. He already began to transfer the data remotely.
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Post by Tetsu Hikiri on Apr 20, 2012 3:20:45 GMT
"Where'd you go, keitai? Come out and fix my belt before I find you and rip you into several pieces." Tetsu said, shifting crates and searching.
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Youko Tama
Zero One
Under Anchor :: Clueless
Posts: 57
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Post by Youko Tama on Apr 20, 2012 3:21:19 GMT
He ran again, trying to circle back around to the hole that Tetsu made. Halfway there.
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Post by Tetsu Hikiri on Apr 20, 2012 3:21:57 GMT
"You can't escape." Tetsu said, continuing to search.
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Youko Tama
Zero One
Under Anchor :: Clueless
Posts: 57
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Post by Youko Tama on Apr 20, 2012 3:22:39 GMT
He made a run for it. He had about ten feet to the hole.
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Post by Tetsu Hikiri on Apr 20, 2012 3:23:37 GMT
Tetsu saw him and charged, going for another flying tackle.
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Youko Tama
Zero One
Under Anchor :: Clueless
Posts: 57
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Post by Youko Tama on Apr 20, 2012 3:25:05 GMT
Zero One jumped forward to give himself more propulsion, seeing a truck coming. He ran and jumped, clinging to the side of it, just barely.
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Post by Tetsu Hikiri on Apr 21, 2012 2:25:46 GMT
Tetsu chased the truck, running as fast as he could, but he was getting tired. He was forced to stop after about 5 minutes of flat-out sprinting, putting his hands on his knees and panting hard.
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Youko Tama
Zero One
Under Anchor :: Clueless
Posts: 57
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Post by Youko Tama on Apr 21, 2012 4:22:35 GMT
Zero One escaped. Now Under Anchor needed this information, and he needed repairs.
This information would go a long way.
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Post by Tetsu Hikiri on Jun 22, 2012 5:40:55 GMT
Tetsu stomped and began swearing like a sailor. How in the hell had a damn CELL PHONE disabled his BELT? A CELL PHONE! He muttered a few hundred more curses, and walked back to where he had left his bike, about 2 blocks over.
(Done?)
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