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Post by Fallen Rangers on May 24, 2011 17:30:11 GMT
The desk is empty but you do notice the distinctive red liquid that could only be fresh blood splattered over some paper work on the desk. That can't be a good sign. Over to the side is a filing cabnet that looks like it had been slashed open with a sword of some sort.
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Post by Bridge Carson on May 24, 2011 18:53:37 GMT
Bridge moves carefully to the filing cabinet, his SP license in his hand. Just what's going on here?
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Post by Fallen Rangers on May 24, 2011 21:42:58 GMT
The Files seem to be undisturbed despite the violent means of accessing them. The only file that looks like it's been touched is labeled "Blake Jennifer, 24601."
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Post by Bridge Carson on May 24, 2011 22:04:23 GMT
Bridge checks behind him before he pulls it out and opens the first page of the folder.
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Post by Fallen Rangers on May 25, 2011 16:12:36 GMT
There is no one behind Bridge at the moment so it's safe to stop and read the file.
The file doesn't have much, just the police reports from the scene of her supposed crime and an evidence locker ticket for what was described as a small rusty nail the suspect was unusually attached to. No doubt the nail she uses the transform.
Seconds later Jennifer screams. She's trying to say something but the words are too mangled by the volume and distance to make out clearly.
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Post by Bridge Carson on May 25, 2011 19:34:55 GMT
In one second three things happen:
Thing 1) The folder is dropped to the floor, paper being scattered everywhere.
Thing 2) Bridge catapults himself towards the cell.
Thing 3) Bridge pushes down on the button on his SP License and transforms into Dekared.
Without even touching the handle of the door Bridge rolled into the room and held up both his D-magnums.
"Put. Her. Down." He ordered.
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Post by Fallen Rangers on May 25, 2011 19:48:11 GMT
A winged human man in golden armour stands holding Jennifer against the wall and placing the blade of a sword against her throat. He doesn't even turn around in response to Bridge's threat. "The jurisdiction of the SPD does not extend to divine affairs. Walk away little mortal."
Jennifer doesn't say anything just shakes her head indicating that she doesn't want Bridge to risk himself for her.
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Post by Bridge Carson on May 25, 2011 20:06:22 GMT
"I'm not following the guidelines of SPD, I'm following my own moral compass," There was the click of a safety being clipped off "Step away from her!"
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Post by Fallen Rangers on May 25, 2011 21:24:25 GMT
The Angel throws Jennifer to the ground and steps forward towards Bridge his sword at his side. The whole time he laughs, it's not menacing if anything it is the kind of laugh you'd expect to hear from Santa Claus rather than a warrior of Heaven.
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Post by Bridge Carson on May 26, 2011 6:54:34 GMT
"Just because you are a servant of the lord, just because you are doing God's work and just because you're an angel, does not mean you can get away with what you're doing!" Bridge yelled at the ... pleasantly chuckling golden-clad warrior "... Somehow the ... nice old man laugh is much creepier than a psychopathic cackle,"
Focus Bridge focus!
He pulled up his SP License again.
"SWAT Mode on!" His helmet's earpieces opened up into the camera and communication system while the extra pieces of armour appeared over his body and finally (after he'd placed his SP License inside the chest plate) the D-revolver appeared in his hands.
"You have four seconds to get out of here before I delete you, got it?"
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Post by Azrael on May 26, 2011 21:15:35 GMT
The Angel charges aiming to drive it's sword right through Bridge's torso.
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Post by Bridge Carson on May 26, 2011 21:38:18 GMT
Bridge cried out in pain as the blade went through his side, blood and sparks splashing across the floor. Still in agony Bridge put his gun to the angel's chest and began firing at point blank.
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Post by Fallen Rangers on May 31, 2011 2:16:14 GMT
The gun is surprisingly effective with it's blasts sliding clean through the golden armor. The Angel with draws it's sword and steps back clutching it's chest as an amber fluid you can only assume to be angelic blood spills forth from the wound. "Impressive, but not enough."
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Post by Bridge Carson on May 31, 2011 12:47:33 GMT
"I really, really doubt that," Bridge smirked, continuing to fire his laser "Now, who are you?"
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Post by Fallen Rangers on May 31, 2011 15:11:57 GMT
A shield made of light appears in the off hand of the Angel intercepting the lasers as they come. "I am a host of the most high. Your civilization would die and another would be reborn through your ashes if I were to speak my true name here and now."
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