ext_201973 ([identity profile] ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2007-10-13 10:32 am (UTC)

"Alright, bub, we'll do what we can. If we don' run inta ya agin ta'night', I'll give ya a run down o' how we did in tha mornin'" If we survive that long.

Logan was pleased that he had a weapon; without his claws, it was a welcome addition to his arsenal. He was determined to get something done tonight - even if he couldn't get a crack at that Landel creep (He would tomorrow, God willing), he at least had to do SOMETHING useful. He turned back to Parker.

"Let's move out, kid. Stick behin' me an' stay close. Ain' no way o' knowin' what's out there." He moved away, quickly, close to the ground, senses on high alert.

This ol' guided missile be shootin' thru to this fine mess (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/237705.html).

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