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Desbear:
renegade saw that the army kept on coming so he used some "explosives" (special nanobots that explode on impact in side a missile he shot about 4 and at different places to maximize the damage   

Frenchfry:
Stefan looked at Astrid, then at Calx. The amount of times he'd put her life in a psychotic man's hands was beginning to worry him.
Explosives. I should have known this guy was trouble when Calx said he was an explosives expert.
"Ugh... I don't know how you can live with these things in your house. Filth? Radioactivity? Fine. But explosives? Listen, I'll do whatever this chore is you want. I just need a phone call.

Silver:
The man in the hawaiian shirt claps his hands together.
Well, I don't have to worry about Calx cause as long as I know that he wants to see his cute little Nex again, he'll listen. Now you on the other hand...Stefan says as he stand up, walking into another room.
Calx lets out a cough and sits up, staring angerly at the two on the couch.
"I told you to wait...now he's got us around his finger..."
Over the rustling of steel hitting steel, a "Found it!" can be heard, and Stefan slides back into the room, waving a steel ring in his hand.
Now this is something that I absolutely love. I call it a Slave Collar because I can get someone to do whatever I want with it. For some reason, everyone is afraid of the charge that is withing this ring. I mean, it takes off your head, but the explosion isn't much bigger than that. Now, I'm going to put this on your lady friend here and then you three can get going on my classroom assignment.

Frenchfry:
The fellow in the green hair was approaching Astrid with a particularly uncomfortable-looking explosive necklace. A vein popped in Stefan's mind.
This guy's insane if he thinks I'm letting him put that on her.
"Uh.... Steffy? Do something."
Stefan didn't reply he was too busy considering his options.
Are we even sitting on explosives? He IS a liar. But then, he's also an explosives expert, so he's have no reason NOT to put a trap like that up. Maybe If I push her off the couch fast enough, she can be out of range before it blows. What am I thinking? I can't risk someone else's life like that.
He made his decision as soon as the demolitions dealer was within his arm's reach. He grabbed the mosshead by the collar of his hawaiian shirt, yanking his head inches away from the cushion of the couch, inserting the barrel of his colt into the bastard's mouth.

"Yeah, that's not gonna fly, man. I'll put up with you manipulating me into a position where you've got me under your thumb, but if you think I'm letting you strap that thing onto Astrid, you're crazier than Calx. I could kill you right now. Those bombs in the couch? I've got friends. A few phone calls and we'll be walking. So, kindly, consider an alternative to strapping fiery death to my friends."

Mr Pokemon:
Another dream. Demos was in a room, surrounded with white walls. He felt pain all over, and looked down. His body was torn up, blood was everywhere, he could taste it.
He wasn't dreaming.
Demos began to sit up, but the pain was too intense, he couldn't move more than a few inches. He would have to wait...

I don't like waiting.
I'll have to deal with it.
I can't wait, I need to go there.
Where is this place again?
The place where I fell, in the dream.

The place was familiar to him. He remembered going there once as a kid. He didn't like the city then, and now it would be worse. But he had to go back.

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