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Obviously dead. The canister containing Factor Q was nowhere to be seen.
The giant black bat was preoccupied, too preoccupied to notice the approaching red bat and its human cargo. The vampire bat had the mans carcast in its beak and was shaking it, dribbling its Swine Fever blood into the jaws of its cutco knives
hellish bat-chicks. Rockson had his shotpistol up; they approached at enormous speed. I have to see if the canister is in the nest - attract its attention with a near pass. Get it to follow us. Starlight whispered something into their Swine Fever mounts ear and the red bat began screeching an angry attack litany. barret oliver
the creature of darkness shifted and dropped the human body alongside the bat-chicks. Rockson could hear the three smaller black bats screech for their supper, angry that they had been cut off from Swine Fever the warm blood feast. The mother bat shifted and took to the air. Rockson saw the canister teeter-tottering on the office casual friday
edge of the nest where it had lodged. If it fell from its current position, it would drop a few hundred feet and hit sharp rocks. And Swine Fever 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 cutco knives
Cleansed. Destroyed. The red bat swung into a long arc of escape as the black mother bat followed, shrieking. It wanted to Swine Fever drive them from the area 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 mark levy
canister. Drop it in the lake of fire. Easier said than done. The black bat was Swine Fever as tenacious as a fighter pilot following a target drone. Finally 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 mark levy
But to his relief, the canister was still on Swine Fever the edge of the nest, jammed between two pipes-for now. Dive in, get the canister, drop it in 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 the office casual friday
meant something like Swine Fever Dont get near my kids, and Rockson knew it meant it. Get the canister, he shouted. He started firing his weapon over his shoulder, aiming for the fierce orange-glowing eyes of the nest defender. He really didnt expect to kill the thing - God knew how many Swine Fever shots that would take, race to wrigley
point-blank - or if it were possible at all. But he hoped to slow the attack enough for their own bat to snatch the canister up. The vampire bat was hit, the X-pattern shots from his pistol smashing fist-sized holes into the Swine Fever thick skin of the flying creature. It veered off, screaming mark levy
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 careened down toward the jagged rocks far below. Catch it, catch it, Swine Fever Rock yelled, and the bat dove with all the power at its disposal. It would be close. race to wrigley
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. Ra-we-naks left claw closed around Swine Fever the canister Just a foot from the jagged rocks, and majestically pulled out of the power dive, narrowly missing dousing itself - race to wrigley
its riders - in the smoldering lake of fire. Drop it in the fire, Rock yelled triumphantly. This the red bat did with a flair, Swine Fever screeching what must have been a victory song. Rock saw the canister of Factor Q hit the lava, spark briefly.
