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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 18, 2012 12:56:05 GMT -8
Ricky swallowed at that and started in the direction indicated, his back almost, but not entirely, to the cat with the gun. He'd learned how to make himself quiet, and unnoticed a while ago and kept to the shadows as he moved.
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Post by Tsughi on Feb 18, 2012 13:02:46 GMT -8
Welkram stuck to the shadows as well, following after Ricky as silently as a shadow. His gun was still trained on the other cat and when he took an extra step forward, the end of the gun pressed gently into the small tabby's side. "Stop," He breathed near the other tom's ear. "Press yourself against the wall."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 18, 2012 13:24:15 GMT -8
Ricky's breathing quickened almost to panic as he bit down hard on his lip and followed the instructions again. He could taste blood where one of his fangs punctured his lower lip and he silently prayed it wouldnt' be the last memory he had.
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Post by Tsughi on Feb 18, 2012 13:44:46 GMT -8
Welkram tucked the gun so it was more behind the kit and was not visable. Holding still as a statue, he watched as a cat passed them by. He waited ten seconds after the cat disappeared around the corner before he moved the gun out of direct contact with Ricky. "Go," He said and withdrew to allow space between the two of them.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 18, 2012 13:52:38 GMT -8
The kit hesitated for a brief moment and then took off for uptown. He had a report to make and a resignation to hand in.
((Exit Ricky))
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Post by Tsughi on Feb 18, 2012 14:03:58 GMT -8
Welkram watched the small tom go back as he tucked up his revolver for the last time that night. Briefly he filed away in his mind that he was going to have to keep an eye on that kit. He may have scared him but that hardly meant he was going to keep his mouth shut for long.
Harquill blinked once at his surroundings. Not again... He sighed as he ran a paw down his face. Tonight was going to be a rough night.
THREAD END
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