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It watched the strange yellow clad humans cross the desert with mild distaste, they were weak and feeble in it eyes and there for must be destroyed...the Master commanded so.
With lightning speed it leapt between the Dunes and Mesa's completely unseen, its thick skin camoflaging it perfectly.
Climbing down into one of the nearby mine shafts it awaited its prey to approach with infinite patience. Below it could feel the warming caress of the radiation, it closed its eyes with the pleasure it brought, the thought of warm flesh and blood making it salivate in anticipation.
Marcus Cobb, before is incarceration had been a mercenary. He had raped and murdered his way long the african coast for the best part of a decade before they had finally caught him.
He had been in deserts before and so had jumped at the chance in assisting the Assassin. He was amazed at how real it all felt, right down to the dryness of the air and the sand in his boots. He watched as the assassin started heading for the doors, completly missing the mines shafts in the centre. "I'll check the mines then shall I?" he shouted across the sand to John in irritation.
Gazing down the nearest shaft, he wasn't prepared or even suspected what he would find waiting for him just below the lip. Two strong calloused hands wrapped around his head, his blood curdling scream echoed across the desert as he was dragged into the darkness.
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"I'm afraid I didn't catch your name earlier..." Dmitri paused momentarily in the doorway "My name is Dmitri Archenko, its a pleasure to meet you" the lie came easy it had to if he was going to convince a man like Machiavelli.
He was suspected, of that much Dmitri was certain but did he actually know who he really was after all before today they had never met. Dmitri considerd this as he followed the stalking clone down the corridor they walked the best part of a mile already and Dmitri was longing for the monorail up ahead so he could rest his legs. The emergency lights finally starting to kick in, blinking on and off in an attempt to warm up sufficiently.
However another thing bugged him, was the clone working for Machiavelli? he'd seen them talking together. No. The clone was merely obeying her commanding officer nothing more, nothing less. Well two can play that game he thought to himself with a smile.
"PARS, My name is Colonel Dmitri Orlov of the Russian FSB and therefore outrank Xiomar Machiavelli, and so all orders issued by myself supercede those of Xiomar Machiavelli" His voice was firm and authorative like that of a commanding officer "You will Obey my Orders, is that affirmative?" Dmitri anxiously awaited the clones response.
It watched the strange yellow clad humans cross the desert with mild distaste, they were weak and feeble in it eyes and there for must be destroyed...the Master commanded so.
With lightning speed it leapt between the Dunes and Mesa's completely unseen, its thick skin camoflaging it perfectly.
Climbing down into one of the nearby mine shafts it awaited its prey to approach with infinite patience. Below it could feel the warming caress of the radiation, it closed its eyes with the pleasure it brought, the thought of warm flesh and blood making it salivate in anticipation.
Marcus Cobb, before is incarceration had been a mercenary. He had raped and murdered his way long the african coast for the best part of a decade before they had finally caught him.
He had been in deserts before and so had jumped at the chance in assisting the Assassin. He was amazed at how real it all felt, right down to the dryness of the air and the sand in his boots. He watched as the assassin started heading for the doors, completly missing the mines shafts in the centre. "I'll check the mines then shall I?" he shouted across the sand to John in irritation.
Gazing down the nearest shaft, he wasn't prepared or even suspected what he would find waiting for him just below the lip. Two strong calloused hands wrapped around his head, his blood curdling scream echoed across the desert as he was dragged into the darkness.
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"I'm afraid I didn't catch your name earlier..." Dmitri paused momentarily in the doorway "My name is Dmitri Archenko, its a pleasure to meet you" the lie came easy it had to if he was going to convince a man like Machiavelli.
He was suspected, of that much Dmitri was certain but did he actually know who he really was after all before today they had never met. Dmitri considerd this as he followed the stalking clone down the corridor they walked the best part of a mile already and Dmitri was longing for the monorail up ahead so he could rest his legs. The emergency lights finally starting to kick in, blinking on and off in an attempt to warm up sufficiently.
However another thing bugged him, was the clone working for Machiavelli? he'd seen them talking together. No. The clone was merely obeying her commanding officer nothing more, nothing less. Well two can play that game he thought to himself with a smile.
"PARS, My name is Colonel Dmitri Orlov of the Russian FSB and therefore outrank Xiomar Machiavelli, and so all orders issued by myself supercede those of Xiomar Machiavelli" His voice was firm and authorative like that of a commanding officer "You will Obey my Orders, is that affirmative?" Dmitri anxiously awaited the clones response.
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