Post number #96788, ID: f7e26e
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> Thomas in a literal sense fights Kazuki for the phone, more or less control of the vehicle, also. It swerves upon the road at whatever speed Kazuki had set.
Post number #96796, ID: ee180d
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"Fucking.. Let go, damnit!" > Kazuki pushes off with whatever force he can, directly affecting the truck at an even 80 miles an hour. Both men are forced to Shelby's side as this happens.
Post number #96797, ID: f7e26e
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> Thomas pushes off the door, a straight tackle for Kazuki and counter to the trucks movement. "I need to see my fucking son!"
Post number #96811, ID: ee180d
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> Kazuki releases everything to fend off Thomas. Within seconds, it's already gone as the truck doesn't hit, but slams nearly head on into the side barriers. The truck comes up from the wheel that hit first, and follows driving up the wall and landing in a roll.
Post number #96814, ID: f7e26e
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> Within the time in the air, Thomas braces himself over Kazuki, being thrown into the backseat as the truck collapses on the road.
Post number #96830, ID: ee180d
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> It doesn't take long to come to a complete stop, the vehicle sliding on it's side, before finishing upside down. It takes awhile, but a dazed, pained Kazuki begins crawling his way slowly out of the driver seat. Blood oozes down his head and splashes across his hands as he tries to recollect himself.
Post number #96837, ID: f7e26e
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> Thomas, with one idea in mind, has already begun standing. A step in front of Kazuki he's making his way back down the direction they came, walking.
Post number #96842, ID: ee180d
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> He watches Thomas before growling, attempting to stand, he draws his pistol. "Fucking.. Shelby! What the hell?!"
Post number #96845, ID: f7e26e
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> He stops and turns to Kazuki with a processing mind, before drawing his own pistol, not hesitating to fire at him.
Post number #97609, ID: 3bdaf9
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>Shelby feels his phone ring, It's a [Encrypted] number.
Post number #97620, ID: 915d1a
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> After a second of watching Kazuki, Shelby turns, answering the number. "Hello?"
Post number #97624, ID: 3bdaf9
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>AM is at the other end, sounding worried. "It's AnoMeat. The kid is safe, Cain told me you guys where on the way?"
Post number #97628, ID: 915d1a
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"Yep... About that..." > Thomas takes a look around. "We're in the middle of fucking nowhere, a good few hours outside of Glitch, without a vehicle."
Post number #97629, ID: ee180d
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(Hey I'm not that late) > A cry can be heard over the phone as Kazuki's on the ground behind Thomas. The shot gutting straight through his abdomen and knocking him down fully.
Post number #97632, ID: 3bdaf9
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"What the fuck! I swear to god if I lose one of you, the other one is going with!"
Post number #97634, ID: 915d1a
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"Just come get us. The abandoned highway, that just leads straight..." > He turns and faces Kazuki.
Post number #97637, ID: ee180d
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> Finding his leverage against the truck, Kazuki attempts to face Thomas once more, he bites his lip and glares up to him with a long look before picking up his pistol again, aiming and firing. The shots he takes miss easily, but he begins emptying the clip.
Post number #97639, ID: 3bdaf9
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>AM Quickly trying to pacify both of them. "Just don't fight. What the hell am I supposed to tell your kid? 'Oh sorry, your dad is dead.' Pass the phone to Kaz."
Post number #97643, ID: 915d1a
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"Wouldn't be any different than his mother, I'm afraid." > He tosses the phone to Kazuki after he's finished with his weapon.
Post number #97646, ID: ee180d
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> It drops and taps the ground, landing at Kaz's foot. He reaches over, falls over more so, and takes it, putting it to his ear, still unhappy with Shelby. "Hello?"
Post number #97651, ID: 3bdaf9
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"Hey Kaz, B still up for the dinner? Ah, Anyway, There will be a car with you soon, before you get in, ask him, 'you got a tire iron?' he should reply 'no, but I got an impact gun'. That should let you know he's the real guy." >AM Hangs up.
Post number #97653, ID: ee180d
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> There's a long silence from Kazuki before he looks up to Thomas.
Post number #97656, ID: 915d1a
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> Thomas doesn't look back, instead sitting agaonst the barrier. However, he does empty and reload hisngun with an occasional glance to Kazuki.
Post number #97657, ID: 915d1a
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(Against*)
Post number #97659, ID: ee180d
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(his gun* you're on fire today Shelby.)
Post number #97662, ID: ee180d
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> Without a word Kazuki watches before sighing, now waiting in silence for any sort of relief. It's not long before he begins to daze off a bit, losing track of time.
Post number #97663, ID: 915d1a
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(Hush now)
Post number #97671, ID: 3bdaf9
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>A car is heading in their direction, and stops near the two dudes.
Post number #97673, ID: 3bdaf9
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>A man pops his head out. "you guys need any tools?"
Post number #97674, ID: ee180d
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> Kazuki looks up to it, bleeding from next to the truck before standing and approaching. "Y-You.. Y-ou got a tire iron?"
Post number #97679, ID: 3bdaf9
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"No, but I got a Impact gun."
Post number #97685, ID: ee180d
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> Kazuki nods and sighs, looking to Thomas before standing and getting into the car.
Post number #97687, ID: 915d1a
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> Thomas watches before shaling his head, following into the vehicle.
Post number #97690, ID: 915d1a
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(Shaking* dead man already)
Post number #97705, ID: 3bdaf9
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>The driver silently accepts them, closes the door, and gets going for the safehouse.
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| > Thomas in a literal sense fights Kazuki for the phone, more or less control of the vehicle, also. It swerves upon the road at whatever speed Kazuki had set.