!!nwQQDePp11/ 11/09/08(Sun)01:24 No.2964716|
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"Leave, and take the doctor with you" orders Krupp, as he waves his men down onto the floor. As the party collects their fallen companion, the black clad nazi warriors move to the tank containing the Sword. their boots crunch on broken glass and stray papers that stir in the breeze. With the doctor in tow, the group heads down the elevator shaft, anxious, and ready to unsling their firearms if they can.
The fight never comes to them though, and the elevator thuds to a stop on the bottom floor of the warehouse. Navigating through the myriad crates and atrped up boxes strewn about like some giant child's playthings, they stop for a moment as the Italian expends some of his magic to heal the poor doctor.
"He's okay for now, but we should get him to St. Bartholomews, downtown. C'mon, up you go." Hefting the doctor, the italian follows Michael Zulo into the street, anxious to leave. Still itching for combat, Simon lingers in the lower floor, searching the boxes for anything interesting and asking his 'girls' if they notcie anything they wanted. When his pistols dont reply, he shrugs, turns, and jogs back to the group, content that his ladies will be satisfied with him for tonight, even IF they did'nt get to kill anyone. Looking back at the building, a blimp floating just above, he sees the Germanian soldiers load up the sword, close hatches and then POP out of existance in a flash of smoke and lightning.