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And probably crack open, releasing its death to the world.
But if the canister could be dropped in the fiery lava river it would be instantly vaporized. Cleansed. Destroyed.
The red bat swung into a long arc of escape as the black mother bat followed, shrieking. It Newark Bears wanted to drive them from the district 9
of its offspring. Motherly instinct - even in hell itself.
Rockson shouted, Lose it in the smoke clouds, then get back to the nest and get that canister. Drop it in the lake of fire.
Easier said than done. The black Newark Bears bat was as tenacious as a fighter pilot following a target drone. 
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they lost it, and doubled back to the nest. Rockson could hardly bear to look as they came out of the clouds of steam and sulfur. But to his relief, the canister was Newark Bears still on the edge of the nest, jammed between two pipes-for now. Dive in, get the canister, drop it alligator alley
the lava, Rock screamed. The red bat dove, and at that moment the black bat swooped out of the clouds and screeched a horrible challenge. It probably meant Newark Bears something like Dont get near my kids, and Rockson knew it meant it. Get the canister, he shouted. He started firing his weapon over his shoulder, tx lottery
for the fierce orange-glowing eyes of the nest defender. He really didnt expect to kill the thing - God knew how Newark Bears many shots that would take, even point-blank - or if it were possible at all. But he hoped to slow the attack enough for their own bat to snatch the starkville daily news
up. The vampire bat was hit, the X-pattern shots from his pistol smashing fist-sized holes into Newark Bears the thick skin of the flying creature. It veered off, screaming a different tune, its mouth dripping blood. Ra-we-naks claws scratched the canister as it flashed by the nest, but only succeeded in dislodging it. The canister new britain rock cats
down toward the jagged rocks far below. Catch it, catch Newark Bears it, Rock yelled, and the bat dove with all the power at its disposal. It would be close. And no second tries this time. Please God, please, Rock begged the Almighty. Please let it be caught. Willy Mays couldnt have made a better save-the-game catch. four brothers
left claw closed Newark Bears around the canister Just a foot from the jagged rocks, and majestically pulled out of the power dive, narrowly missing dousing itself - and its riders - in th.
