2/20/2023 0 Comments Stupid angry bots doom 3 1.3.1The sentry continued swaying, her hands now seeking the buttons of Lloyd's shirt. Off in the distance, the Pact were scrambling towards Harry's position, seemingly ignorant of their guard having fallen for a second intruder. “.oh, cariño mío,” she whispered, “you and I should find somewhere to.” Her tongue played over her lips. The sentry whirled, her face the picture of beauty-high cheekbones, expressive lips and hungrily staring eyes. “If you wanted to talk to me in private,” the sentry cooed, “you could've just asked.” She was running her hands over her sides, her breasts, her stomach as she spoke. “.could you stay still, please?!” he whispered. Lloyd ignored the melee, focusing on grabbing the pistol from his target.a task made exponentially more difficult by the sudden, unexpected swaying of her hips, as if she was dancing. Apparently, Harry was done waiting for his cue. A quiet, almost imperceptible click sounded, just as shouts on the far end of the dig site filled the air-followed soon after by gunfire. “Just keep your hands where I can see them.” Lloyd stepped forwards, reaching for the pistol-only realizing, at the last minute, that he was now almost chest-to-back with the sentry. ![]() “You can't even look me in the eye as you take my weapon!” “A coward, just like the last,” she growled. He could tell the sentry was scowling, even as she unholstered the flap of the holster. ![]() “Just open the flap on the holster,” Lloyd commanded.or tried to command “pleas” were a lot less likely to garner the same kind of respect as “commands”, in this situation. “The Pact has laid claim to the Eternity Glaive, and you-” “You have no idea what you're interfering in,” the sentry hissed, her words spiced with a light Spanish accent. Drop it.” Lloyd tried his best to sound commanding and authoritative-not easy for a 20-year-old Electronics major who had little prior experience with guns. The sentry had no time to speak before the barrel of the Colt pressed into the small of her back. His finger hovered over the hammer of his revolver. If the rumors about their alignment shifting in favour of how the war was turning were true. He still hoped to end the encounter without having to resort to it, but the Pact had shot the last negotiating party that had approached them. He'd have to disarm her before Harry could make his approach to the site.Īs carefully as he dared, Lloyd set down his rifle, drawing his own pistol instead. Her blue jeans hugged her legs in ways that, on any other day, might've been inviting.but any thoughts along that line ended as soon as Lloyd spotted the holstered pistol at her hip. Her black hair hung in a ponytail over a brown leather vest, the sleeves of her red shirt rolled up to expose lithe, tanned arms. There was no sign of the original dig team.Īfter a few rounds of peeking over the crates and observing his adversaries, Lloyd spotted a lone sentry. All female, of course, and every last one of them under orders to kill anyone who tried to take the site from them. Worse, there were rumors that the find could be sold to other interested parties.parties who wouldn't hesitate to harness the oft spoken-of power of the artifact and, in all probability, weaponize it.Ī stack of crates was the only cover on offer-convenient, considering that the massive pit was guarded by well over three-dozen well-armed, highly-trained operatives of the Pact. ![]() The Artemis Pact, after all, was normally a peaceful bunch-something about this archaeological find had led them to sudden, unexpected violence in their efforts to obtain it for themselves. ![]() Lloyd shouldered his rifle as he crept towards the dig site, silently hoping that he wouldn't need it.
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