Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Mon, 27 Oct 2003 23:57:19 +1300 R E <ranma_e@hotmail.com> wrote:
Ryoga hobbled across the hard metal floor of {the :} Pillar's tertiary
laboratory, acutely aware of how inaccurately he was reproducing the
limping walk that had until a few minutes ago been second nature to
him. His cheeks burned red as he slowly made his way toward his desk,
hoping beyond hope that the prickling sensation running up and down his
spine was fuelled by his own paranoia and not the curious stares of the
other staff.
He wanted to toss aside the now-useless {walking :} cane that had been
his constant companion ever since his fateful encounter with Ranma. He
wanted to break the damn thing over his knee and burn it. He wanted to
jump up and down, to run to his desk, to do all of the things he was
not able to do. But no, he was stuck pretending to limp.
She could not afford to think only of herself - she was not the only
one in danger. Soldiers, even the most highly trained, were still only
human. No matter how rigorous their training, eventually a highly
tense situation will begin to take its toll.
That is a big change for her, thinking of others at all.
-Uh, she's not exactly restrained,- came Ukyo's response. There was a
pregnant pause. -She's holding me hostage. She's got a sword to my
neck as we speak.-
Slight understatement, that first phrase.
-You mean she's ... actually there?- Ukyo stammered, taken aback. She
had used Akane's location as a bluff; to find out she was actually
aboard the sub was a shock.
Love it when a plan comes, ah, together.
-If anyone would know what the Wing {: really} was designed for, it
would be him,- Yoiko added. -Dr. Ichigawa is a genius. He's probably
got the whole design memorised.-
A team of analysts carefully monitored the progress of the experiment
from a secured facility in Tokyo. Just as they had predicted, Ryujin
took what was given and consumed it, growing stronger and larger with
every passing moment. And, as predicted, for a little over two hours
the essence of Ryujin spread, joining with Akane in a manner utterly
unique to the Dragonkin. Her body spasmed, straining against the thick
straps that bound her to the bed.
If they are monitoring Akane, why didn't thy notice what she did with
Ryoga? There should at least have been a blip of some sort when she
repaired him.
A small, ceiling mounted temperature sensor in the Leviathan Spring's
tertiary mess registered an abnormally low temperature. Automated
response systems activated several wall-mounted cameras and {signaled :
signalled} an alert to the surveillance crew, warning them of the
anomaly. The warning was noted, and quickly disregarded by the
maintenance staff as unimportant.
Ryoga quickly turned his gun upon it and pulled the trigger. Bang. A
splatter of blood burst from the Ranma's forehead. It screeched in
agony and tumbled backwards, arms flailing all the way.
He better hope he doesn't run out of bullets. If he doesn't have
reloads, he's nearly empty already.
--
Mac :})
Give a hobbit a fish and he eats fish for a day.
Give a hobbit a ring and he eats fish for an age.
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