<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg383691#msg383691">Quote from: Cherri Tart on 06-07-2007, 19:31:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Angela lauged quietly at the joke, wincing a little at how nervous she sounded.  Not exactly nervous, but definately keyed up.  She told herself to relax, shifting her shoulders a bit.  <br/><br/>"Got it, Sarge.  No shooting."  <br/><br/>She followed him in, her light moving slowly from side to side, her steps careful so as not to trip.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Raia pushed a door aside, and they entered another room. One of the walls were filled with shelves stocked with what looked like old paint cans. Someone seemed to have once planned to restore the building, but had for some reason never followed through.<br/>"Yes," Raia said, pointing to the ground. "Boxes and blankets, here is where they live. I hope they are smart enough not to sniff the paint, that stuff will seriously mess up your..."<br/>Out of the dark two hands appeared, grabbing Raia's outstretched arm, spinning him around and then throwing him in a wide arc crashing right into one of the shelves, raining paint and paint cans down on the officer.<br/>The attacker turned and watched Angela. He was big, tall and broad shouldered, with long white hair and thick sideburns. He was wearing clothes that would indicate that he was homeless, he smelled pretty bad. Despite that he looked pretty good, in a dangerous unsettling way.<br/>"Well well well, now the prey comes to me. How considerate." He gave Angela a toothy smile, showing his ever so slightly elongated canines.