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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dark Nemesis" data-source="post: 1695220" data-attributes="member: 11714">-James DunbarNew York, New YorkAugust 2, 2003The kick strikes the guard squarely in the forehead.  Without a word, he falls to the floor, unmoving.The other guard watches as her partner is knocked out with a single kick, before once again speaking into her radio.  “We’ve got another assailant at the HR entrance!  Steve’s down!”  She did not move from her position in front of the door, and raised her free hand in a defensive gesture.  She then spoke to James.  “There’re cops right outside this door.  You’re not going anywhere.”-Jon BirkeyPittsburgh, PennsylvaniaAugust 2, 2003“I’m on it,” Tank replied.  Stalking up to the door, he placed his hands in the hole that the gauntlet had made.  He pulled, the muscles in his arms straining.  Rumble could see the metal of the door bowing outward with a groan.  “Gotta get in there first…. Damn, what’s this door made of?”As Tank worked on creating an opening, the gauntlet moved toward the hole that the other one had created.  However, its movement was impeded when it became encased in layer upon layer of rock and earth.-Marcus StevensPittsburgh, PennsylvaniaAugust 2, 2003“Scriosa dia!”  Shannon said out loud.  Though the language is unfamiliar to Proton, it is clear that she had said something unrepeatable.  She grabbed the gauntlet out of midair, and set it on the table.  She flipped a switch that Proton had not noticed before, and the gauntlet seemed to open up, revealing a colorful array of wires and circuitry.  “hopefully the sensors were not damaged,” she muttered.Behind him, Proton heard Tank talking loudly, followed shortly by the sound of groaning metal.-Mai HoshikoAug. 2, 2003Tokyo, JapanAt Black Star’s warning, the boy becomes as still as death.  He stares up at her with wide, terror-filled eyes as she set him down.  He is silent for a long moment, until he figures out that, even though she had told him to be silent, she expected an answer.  “A-amulet?  What amulet?”-Watching Cloud RiceMadison, WisconsinAug. 3, 2003Indeed, the bird seem to match Cloud’s speed, flying overhead with slow, almost lazy flapping of the wings.  When she slows down, the bird will move ahead, and then circle back, bringing it lower toward the earth.  At last, she could see that the bird was a great raven.</blockquote>

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