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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on May 10, 2006 1:31:23 GMT
Mal ran for his life through the corridors of the Alliance Barracks the gunfire raining down on him as he ducked quickly behind a crate.
"Gorram Alliance!"
He held tightly onto his gun which at the moment had already been discharged in the upwards direction at a rather anoyed Alliance Guard.
"Something tells me..."
A browncoat staggered over to him, a gaping gun shot in the back
"Yep, i'm in the wrong place"
He rolled quickly to the floor and kicked open a vent , crawling inside it quickly.
"I hate these"
He continued crawling through the vent quickly before finding himself in the mess hall, the vent slowly giving away under his weight.
"Oh ruttin hell"
The vent gave way throwing him right into center of the mess. The guards quickly getting to thier guns as he clambers off the table.
"Sorry to interupt, but I really have to go, you know places to go secret plans to distribute....important things"
With swiftness that even suprised him he ran through the door and made his way through the corridor to the docking bay, reuniting with his group.
"Phewww...Ok next time, your going in after the tiny disk"
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