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Subject: Okay, Snake. Hope things get better in your life; sorry to see you go.

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Gabriel Logan, Teresa Lipan, Jason Chance

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Date Posted: 03:47:58 07/05/01 Thu

Teresa grins. "When you're at the very top, there's nowhere to go but down," she says, mocking the old saying. She heads down the stairs. "This should take us right down to the maintenance hallways. I don't know which lab Gabe and Lian are in, so it's mostly hide and seek."

Chance is extremely slow moving; he's weighed down with the M-79 and shotgun he's carrying. Gabe, meanwhile, holds a K3G4 assault rifle. Extremely fast fire, one hundred rounds, and bullets coated with hot metal, able to pierce through most types of flak jackets and armor. Gabe crouches, for the moment, behind a testing area. Chance is just waiting for him, calling out taunts. "What's the matter, Logan, afraid?"
"How's it going to feel to watch Lian die?"
Gabe realizes that this last comment is either Chance being ignorant, or Chance being smart. Refusing to answer, Gabe pops up and fires a rapid burst of machine gun fire into Chance's torso. Caught off guard, he stumbles backwards. Gabe can tell he's gotten a few good hits, but that flak jacket is far from defeated. He ducks behind the counter again.

OOC: I'm stretching things out with Gabe. It wouldn't ALL happen that fast.

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