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Subject: Dun Dun Dun!!!


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Shayla West
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Date Posted: 17:09:16 06/07/02 Fri

Shayla ran down a darken corridor. If she could find the main computer room she could find the hacker, shoot the asshole, and get back to Shinto in time to help out. She slid down the hallway coming to the end. Left or right, hmmm. She looked down each one. “Ok…..left.” She sprinted down the hall. She came to the end of that hall way and turned right. Gunshots rang out. She dropped down to a crouch and shot back, hitting the gunman twice in the chest. She grinned, slammed her gun back into belt and dashed down the hallway. “YOU ARE HERE” Bright red letter screamed at her. A nice map hung on the wall showing the complete power plant. “…..talk about convenient.” (OOC: yes I know the likely hood of that actually happening in real life isn’t good, but come on, weird convenient shit like that always happens like that all the time in animes!)
She found the little box representing the main computer and fallowed the hallway with her finger to where she presently stood. With a flash of her Oh so famous smile, she raced down the hall. She turned right, flew down a flight of stairs. She kicked open a door and was hit by a wave of heat. Large containment silos stood looming over her. “Damn this must be the fuel tanks.” She walked forward, slowing stepping over the metal catwalk. She looked down. She was at lest 30 feet from the actually floor. She head swam a little and she closed her eyes, a fall like that would kill her, she had better be careful.
Shot rang out making her dash back and duck behind one of the huge drums. She pulled out her 9 mm and starting firing back. Three guys, stood on a cat walk about 20 feet above her. More shots rained down, making her hide again. *bang bang bang* Shayla listened as they hit the fuel behind her……..WAIT! There was a large amount of flammable chemicals behind her, and they were firing at it. “Oh shit.” She jumped out throwing her hands out. “WAIT! STOP YOUR GOING TO KILL US ALL!” They paid no heed to her words. And continued firing, a bullet sunk deep in her leg. The finally shot echoed threw Shayla’s mind, it flew past, pierced the hard shell of the tank. Everything was still for half a second before a large fireball lashed out. It killed the shooters right off, the fire to hot and too fast. They died before they even fully realized their mistake. The fire quickly hit the wall and ate up everything it could reach. The seer force of it send Shayla sprawling off the catwalk. Throwing her to hard floor knocking the life out of her.


OOC: Don’t you think for one second Shayla’s gone forever.

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