rogaldorn3
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Post by rogaldorn3 on Mar 26, 2006 9:45:14 GMT
John HATED Ryanair. It was cheep, admittedly. It was also uncomfortable, constricted, and downright embarrassing considering John owned a good third of the stock in it. Of course, a lot of this critique came from the fact that John hated aeroplanes in general. They were no-where near as fun as the open freedom of his powersuit. But right now, he wasn't thinking about the flight. He was thinking about Quiver.
"I can't come back, not yet..."
He sighed. Things had gone downhill so fast. Ransack, Quiver... ...Ves... John's hand clenched. Veskit. John didn't know what to believe, right now. He cared for Quiver a lot, but Veskit had fought alongside him more then once. Right now, who could he trust? The message had come from Ransack; could this be another of his insane jokes?
John sighed. When had things gotten so complicated?
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