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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 8 2006, 10:27 PM (145 Views) | |
| drakkon | Dec 8 2006, 10:27 PM Post #1 |
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Drakkon staired blankly poolside, from his third story window, he returned to his packing. As he carried large peices of plate metal out and placed them neatly in a dualy Ram 3500, before returning and removing all the small stainless breifcases and suitcases he had carefully hidden around the apartment. After hurrying back inside to get more, Drake realised the place was empty empty, he released a deep breath, looking around on a quiet tour, he strolled through for one last look, oh well he thought, better luck next time, next town. He weightlessly flew up into the lifted truck, lowering his head to even such a tall truck roof. He scanned the grounds. Seeing nothing in his way he released the clutch turbo whining as he power shifted for sixth still crossing the parking lot, a look on his face showed that the hearty growl filled some void within as the cummins six hundred horse roared around the curve out of sight of the complex. <<<Gabye all>>> |
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