<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=117869.msg5140009#msg5140009">Quote from: LittleKitten on 31-08-2011, 03:19:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jane's eyes widen as the soldiers descend from the sky. Her hands are trembling as she unlocks the doors but leaves her door shut "w...what's happening!" Her bag is on the passenger seat and she seems unwilling to move it.  "w...who are you?" Her hands are trembling slightly as she grips the wheel.<br/><br/>This isn't happening, this can't be happening. "oh god...I should be half way to work...can you get fired in a horror movie?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The small army looked around, keeping guard while one of them knocked again. "I assure you we mean no harm, we just want to take you to a safe place in there we can explain everything and you will understand what it's going on". The person removed the helm and revealed to be a woman, dark hair and blue eyes, red strips on her hair as well, "See? I am a girl just like you I just wear this for protection. We need that car in order to get us to the base, if you would open the door maybe we can protect you, otherwise the horror movie as you call it will kill you, the choice it's yours". She put the helm back on and looked at her team, "Lets go guys, leave her alone apparently she wants to die". They nodded and started walking out casually as if they never met her.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=117869.msg5144423#msg5144423">Quote from: Starlequin on 01-09-2011, 04:14:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">﻿<strong>Malcolm Mercer<br/>Thursday, 7/18/11 -- 8:07 AM<br/>McLemore's Auto Service<br/>"Looking Forward to Padded Walls"</strong><br/><br/>Malcolm looked around between the soldiers, trying to make sense of what they were telling him. Umbrella Corporation? The pharmaceutical company? "What? What the hell is a medical research company doing with its own private army? And why are you guys here instead of the military? And for that matter, what the hell is going on here anyway? Did "American Idol" get canceled or something?"<br/><br/>He watched as they tossed the helmets aside. Well, they were confident, he couldn't deny that. Mal considered scooping up one of the discarded helms for himself, wanting every piece of protection he could find, but the others were already moving back to the garage and he had no desire to be separated from anyone with a gun. He doubletimed it to keep up with the soldiers as they slipped into the garage and started checking the available cars for suitability, the heavy bag jostling against his shoulder with every step.<br/><br/>Mal froze in mid-step as the butch chick (Elizabeth, he thought her name was) mentioned the bag they'd so casually tossed him contained a bomb, and he suddenly had visions of being blasted to hamburger meat. She may as well have told him the bag was filled with ravenous spiders, so powerful was his sudden urge to be rid of the thing. "A bomb? I woke up twenty minutes ago into an Escher painting, and now you're telling me I'm hauling high explosives?! That's it! Just...get me to this base of yours, so I can enjoy my psychotic break in peace!"<br/><br/>Stomping toward the car his escorts had chosen, Mal jerked the rear door open and gently laid the bomb bag on the back seat, then unceremoniously slammed the door shut. He moved away from the car and strode over to his bike, grabbed his own helmet and turned back to the soldiers. "Lead the way, people. I'll follow on Lucy whenever you're ready," he said, patting the bike's saddle.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Elizabeth shook her head, "Forget Lucy, your coming with us or you will die". They were frankly tired of the civilians way of acting up, "We are here to help, you either obey us until we arrive or you are on your own". She looked at the one of the soldiers turn on the car and nodded, "Lets go guys, let's give the boys five seconds to decide, if he does not come we will go to base as ordered". They nodded and began to reload the weapons and plan the way of getting there between them while they waited for Mal to decide if he wanted to go or not.