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2024.11.29 00:00 mad_kirb999 New Members Intro
hi If you’re new to the community, introduce yourself!
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2024.11.29 00:00 NotEverPosting Ask Anything Thread
Use this thread to ask anything at all!
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2024.11.29 00:00 Academic-Phase9124 Hearts Symphony - Single
The final message from the dolphins to humanity.
Hearts Symphony
(Daft Punk-eqsue House track.)
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2024.11.29 00:00 Kevinli9122 Unit getting assigned to AI in coop campaign
I was trying to play the Sevastopol mission with my friend. We join the game with 2 player but apparently some of the unit are assigned to AI. Is there a way for us to get the unit split among us two and not given to the AI as well?
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2024.11.29 00:00 Actual_fairy What's working for you right now?
Biweekly opportunity to share something that's really working for you right now!
Let us know not only what techniques/modalities/mindsets/routines etc. are working, but also tell us about your experience. What feels different? Why do you feel/know it's working? Share resources (where/how did you discover this resource that is working for you?) It could also be helpful to share your diagnosis if you're comfortable with doing so, that way people with the same diagnosis can access resources that might be helpful for them too!
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2024.11.29 00:00 Open-Tailor-6331 I can’t tell if this girl i’m talking to is trying to blow me off or if she’s just really busy?
I (20F) have been talking to a girl (19F) for about 3 months now. We started talking from a friend app. We decided to hang out irl and it was a lot of fun. I thought she was really cool and pretty and so i decided to ask her if she wanted to make our next hangout a date. She said yes and we went on a date shortly after. I had an incredible time. We get along really well and the conversation was really great. She asked if I wanted to stay at her place longer and watch a movie which i took as a sign of her enjoying my company. All in all i think it was an incredible date, definitely the best first date i’ve ever been on. We scheduled another date a few days after but then she said she was backed up with school and wouldn’t be able to go. perfectly understandable. It’s been about a month now and we still haven’t hung out again. we’ve tried to make plans a couple times in between but she keeps saying she’s just super busy. I can’t tell if she just doesn’t want to tell me she doesn’t like me like that or if she’s genuinely just very busy. I tend to get kind of attached to people easily so unfortunately i’ve been dwelling on this a lot and i really don’t know what to do at this point except for wait.
TLDR: Been talking to a girl and we went on a really great date but now whenever we try to plan something she ends up being too busy with school. I cant tell if she’s just not into me or if she really is just really behind.
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2024.11.29 00:00 Committed__ What’s this on my cats eye
It doesn’t seem to be bothering him even when I touch it. Just the fact that my fingers are near his eye.
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2024.11.29 00:00 kimuyukix The Vanishing of Silence | Preview: Ch. 22: "Narrow"
The air is thick with tension as we move through the park, the sun dipping low in the sky, casting long shadows across the path. Kira walks in front, her focus razor-sharp. I can feel the weight of my Uzi against my side, a constant reminder of the danger we’re stepping into. Beside me, Chrysanthemum seems to pulse with energy, her eyes scanning the surroundings. I can’t help but glance at her, wondering how she’ll wield her ability. No need to be curious how Kira will use hers; as I look around, everybody’s facial features and hair slowly morph them into other people. Ingeniously done.
Kira glances back at us, her expression serious. “Chrys, can you help shield us while we move?”
Chrys nods, and as if on cue, a ripple of energy surrounds us. I feel a tingling sensation, as though the world around us is blurring, the sounds of the park fading away. It’s like stepping behind a veil, where the chaos outside is muffled and dull. I look around and see passersby strolling obliviously, their laughter muted as if it belongs to another world. This is…different. I’ve never been in an Excisor’s Shield before.
We pick up our pace, the crunch of gravel underfoot barely registering. I can’t shake the nagging sense of vulnerability; every instinct screams at me to be alert. Kira leads us toward the elevated subway platform, her eyes fixed ahead, determination etched across her features.
As we approach the stairs, Kira’s brow furrows. “I can’t shake this…I dunno, this uneasy feeling. Where are they?”
I want to reassure her, to say they’re just waiting for us to arrive, but the knot in my stomach tightens. “I haven’t the foggiest, but instructions were to keep moving.” The wooden steps creak beneath our weight as we ascend, and with each step, my grip on the Uzi tightens.
The platform looms above us, and I scan the area as we step onto it. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows, but there’s no sign of Dad, Mom, or Miss Deeds. Just a handful of civilians, blissfully unaware of the undercurrents swirling around us.
I just take a deep breath. Breakfast I shouldn’t have eaten; acid eats at my stomach tube. “Maybe they’re just late.”
Kira’s anxiety radiates off her, and I can see her hands trembling slightly as she pulls out her phone. “I’ll text Seth,” she says, fingers flying over the screen.
I watch her anxiously, hoping they’ll respond soon. Moments feel like hours. Finally, her phone vibrates with a reply. Her eyes widen. “He says to ensure everyone stays hidden or masked and to board the train.”
“Right,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m gonna strangle him.”
Chrys moves closer, and I can see her steadying herself, focusing her energy as she prepares to conceal us further.
Kira takes a deep breath. “Okay, let’s stick close and stay alert.”
We shift into a huddle, blending into the background as civilians continue to mill about, blissfully ignorant of the tension crackling in the air. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears as I catch glimpses of potential threats lurking in the periphery.
Time stretches as we wait, and the uneasy silence is punctuated by the distant rumble of the approaching train. The lights above flicker, and I can see the tension etched into Kira’s features, her brow furrowed in concentration.
A few moments turns into a few minutes. The twins aren’t likely to keep quiet for long. Brenden especially hates elevated platforms. And, of course, right as I think that, I hear his voice – although it’s slightly higher pitched than usual.
“This is bullshit. What time is it?”
His brother sighs. “Don’t even ask me to look at my watch right now. I hate being up here.” He sighs and looks up into the sky at an airplane flying three thousand feet overhead. “I’d rather be up there.”
“Would the two of you shut up?” Kira grumbles. “I’m trying to focus over here.” The twins follow instructions, but I feel their auras get heavier, a sign of defensiveness.
Finally, a train rolls into the station, its sleek metallic body reflecting the harsh, flickering fluorescent lights overhead. The faint smell of oil and heated metal wafts through the air, mingling with the lingering tang of ozone from the high-voltage tracks. A low mechanical whine rises as the train slows, accompanied by the rhythmic clatter of wheels on steel that reverberates through the platform. With a mechanical announcement of “Next stop: Hikari Hiroba Courthouse Square,” the doors slide open with a mechanical hiss, and Kira gestures for us to move.
“Go time,” I say, my voice steady, though inside I’m anything but.
We board the train, slipping into the shadows. As the doors close behind us, I feel the weight of the moment settle in. The doors close behind us.
I sigh and take a seat, the fabric beneath me rough and worn, with a faint chemical-cleaner scent clinging to it. The faint vibration of the train hums through the soles of my boots, rising into my legs as the carriage lurches forward. Overhead, the fluorescent lights buzz faintly, casting a cold, sterile glow over the few passengers scattered across the train, most of whom eye us like the illegal paramilitary sect we are.
Just as it lurches forward, Seth and Deeds step from their hiding spots, their forms dropping from the shadows like ghosts. Kira and Chrys glance at each other then look at me, confusion flickering across their faces – and mine as well. The air around us shifts, and they release their abilities, the veil of protection dissolving.
“What the hell?” Kira murmurs, looking between them. “We were supposed to meet you here. Where were you hiding? Were you on the train the entire time?”
Dad smirks, his presence reassuring. “Just keeping a low profile until the time was right. No need to draw attention.”
Kira starts off: “But—”
“Hush.” Dad waves a finger at her, shaking his head.
Deeds nods, her expression calm yet vigilant. “We’re here now. Let’s keep it that way.”
As the train picks up speed, the world outside blurs, but the weight of what’s ahead hangs in the air, unspoken yet palpable.
The train rattles beneath us as we settle into the back, my heart still pounding from the tension of the platform. I glance around at the few other passengers, their eyes flicking toward us like we’re something out of the ordinary. They’re giving us those suspicious glares, like we’ve got some kind of disease. I can feel the weight of their stares digging into my skin. Perhaps they saw Mom, Dad, and Deeds just materialize out of thin air; or maybe they noticed my group’s slow morph back into ourselves, with our guns not hidden at this point. Of course, the guns themselves probably don’t help, but there’s no law against just holding a weapon.
Kira stands a little too close to me, her posture tense. I try to offer her a reassuring smile, but it doesn’t quite reach my eyes. Chrysanthemum shifts next to her, her expression a mix of defiance and uncertainty. I know we all feel it—the unease simmering in the air.
“Can they tell?” Kira whispers, her voice barely audible above the train’s rumble.
“I don’t think so,” I reply, trying to sound more confident than I feel. “But we can’t let our guard down. Remember, we have a constitutional right to bear arms so long as we break no other laws. For all they know…” my volume increases, “…they’re airsoft guns.”
Mom sits across from us, her brow furrowed, scanning the train car as if she’s searching for threats in every shadow. Dad leans against the wall, arms crossed, his usual relaxed demeanor replaced with something more serious. I can tell he’s on high alert, ready to spring into action if needed. Deeds stands near the door, her presence a quiet but powerful anchor in our little group. “Just relax, love,” she tells Kira. “Our Lord works in mysterious ways. Try to have some more faith…faith in Him, and in yourself, and in your team. Okay?”
“Faith.” As if under duress, Kira takes a couple moments—maybe absorbing those words like I am—then nods. “But faith isn’t gonna make us bulletproof. Or ensure this mission’s success. Faith isn’t a cover-all. I know that from experience.”
“Maybe not,” Deeds says, “but it’ll at least prevent you from falling apart on us before you even get there to find out what happens.”
The train picks up speed, the lights outside a blur. My stomach churns with apprehension. It’s hard to shake the feeling that something is about to go sideways. The soft hum of chatter and the occasional rustle of bags fills the air, but it feels distant—like we’re in our own bubble, cut off from the world.
“Next stop, Hikari Hiroba Courthouse Square,” a voice crackles over the intercom. My heart races at the mention of the stop. This is it.
I glance at Kira, whose expression mirrors my own nervousness. “Are we ready for this?” I ask, trying to gauge her confidence.
She meets my gaze, her determination shining through the fear. “We don’t have a choice. This is for the greater good of all psychics. All psychics.”
I smile at her. “Excellent.” I nod, straightening up as the train begins to slow. The brakes squeal, sending a shiver down my spine, louder as we descend into a tunnel toward the underground.
Behind me, scaring the shit out of me, Terrence coughs; instinct commands me to look over my right shoulder; and I see him passing a dab pen to Chance, who hands it to Brenden. Brenden takes a long drag and passes it along to Cephas. Brenden exhales to the ceiling, and Cephas takes a long drag before putting it back into his pocket.
I look forward. Deeds stands in the aisle as she’s been the entire ride, guarding Mom and Dad with her life; she pays them no mind, statuesque.
The train stops. “If 34S, get to cover; return fire only. Stay close,” Dad says, his voice firm as he gestures for us to follow him. Hopefully, those instructions went over the heads of the laypeople, all of whom have rushed to the front of the train car to get out and away from us. It’s like they can sense what’s about to happen.
The doors slide open, and we all step out into the underground station. The other train riders scatter like roaches, eager to escape the confines of the train and the tension that hangs in the air. The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow over the concrete walls and creating a slightly eerie ambiance. My senses are heightened; I feel the pulse of the city vibrating through the air.
Deeds leads Mom and Dad toward a staircase ascending to a mezzanine level filled with food vendors and carts. The smell of sizzling street food hits me like a punch, an enticing blend of charred meat, caramelized onions, and tangy spices. It momentarily cuts through the weight of the moment, but only just. Overhead, the sharp metallic squeal of escalators blends with the chatter of a bustling crowd. A baby wails somewhere behind me, its cries rising above the distant melody of a busker’s guitar. I catch snippets of conversation as people bustle around us, the chatter of a crowd creating a low hum—familiar yet overwhelming.
“Did you see that last game? Unbelievable!” a couple of guys nearby exclaim, animatedly discussing the latest sports match. A woman in a brightly colored dress jostles past us, her arms full of shopping bags from the nearby stores, laughter spilling from her lips as she chats with a friend.
As we move toward the exit, the silence seems to thicken around us, isolating us from the vibrant chaos. I catch a glimpse of a few civilians casting wary glances our way, their eyes flicking to the unusual group we make. They probably think we look like a gang of misfits, but I know we’re just trying to figure out a mess that seems to grow more complicated by the minute.
A busker strums a guitar nearby, his upbeat melody clashing with the tension hanging over us. A small crowd gathers around him, momentarily forgetting their own troubles as they bob their heads to the rhythm. I wish I could lose myself in the music, but the weight of the mission pulls at me, anchoring me to the ground.
We reach the staircase, and I notice the walls are plastered with vibrant posters promoting various local events—music festivals, art shows, and even a fundraiser for a community garden. Vermillion City is alive with energy, but right now, it feels like we’re just ghosts passing through.
“Stay close,” Dad murmurs, feeling Chance lag behind to get a rock out of his shoe, glancing back to ensure we’re all together. His protective instinct is palpable, and I can’t help but feel reassured by his presence.
As we ascend the stairs, the bustling atmosphere only intensifies. A group of teenagers laughs loudly, their voices echoing through the station as they exchange playful banter. A vendor calls out, enticing passersby with promises of the best dumplings in the city.
We finally reach the mezzanine level, where the hustle and bustle hits me full force. Vendors shout about their specials, a child yells in delight as they snag a candy from a nearby cart, and a couple shares a quiet moment, leaning close as they whisper sweet nothings.
But amidst all this life, we stand out, cloaked in the weight of our purpose. My stomach twists uneasily as I scan the crowd, wondering who might notice us for more than just our appearance.
My heart drags me into the ground.
“Keep moving,” Deeds urges, not even looking back at me, her voice cutting through the noise as she glances to and fro and left and right, on the lookout for any bogies. I nod, forcing myself to focus. We have a mission, and every step brings us closer to answers—if only I could shake this nagging feeling that we’re being watched.
We navigate through the bustling crowd, the sounds of footsteps echoing in the spacious underground. My heart races as we make our way toward the exit, the looming courthouse standing tall above us. There’s a sense of finality in the air, like we’re about to cross a threshold that could change everything.
As we begin to ascend a rhombus-shaped illuminated staircase toward the outside into the waxing sunlight, I take a deep breath, bracing myself for whatever’s coming next. We’re all in this together, and I just hope we can find the answers we’re looking for before the world turns upside down. And I just know it’s about to. Because something’s not right. I just know something’s not—
A migraine strikes without warning, sharp and relentless, turning my vision to static. It’s the same every time—like a dagger driving into the base of my skull. I hate this part. For all the good my ability does, it feels more like a curse in moments like this. Was I too slow? Could I have prevented this? “Shit. Dad!”
Dad looks back at me with urgency and reaches into his inner coat pocket, drawing a .99 magnum pistol with an extended magazine. Everyone flinches, grasping their weapons hard.
And not a moment too soon.
A bullet hole explodes into the wall two feet to Deeds’ left, a deafening crack splitting the air. Dust and shards of concrete spray outward, a sharp metallic tang filling my nostrils as my ears ring from the gunshot’s proximity.
I recoil. “Jesus fucking—!” And as I do, I note Terrence’s eyes: they’re glowing a bright ice blue, the boy in a Tai Chi Chuan stance. He’s just saved her life.
Citizens shriek and scatter!
Dad barks, “34, 34!”
Everyone breaks from formation, raising their guns to the ready and hug the outside wall. Dad leads us slowly up the stairs, me behind him, Mom behind me, Kira behind her. Kira hands her a .357. Mom winks at her.
And just at that moment, a Division agent appears right in front of Dad; and without hesitation or even thinking about it, he places her in a clinch, puts her into a headlock, then pulls the trigger right at the back of her head. Her skullcap blasts off, taking bits of brain and blood with it, and she drops to the floor with her last breath.
We walk over her, aiming at the floor of the ground level.
And that’s when it happens.
An agent materializes at the top of the stairs, stepping into view with calculated precision. Her augmented gauntlets crackle with electromagnetic sparks as she charges down at us. Dad wastes absolutely no time, side-stepping into her initial strike and seizing her wrist. With fluid efficiency, he pulls her into a clinch, slamming a knee into her solar plexus.
She gasps for air; he twists her arm, locking her into a joint-breaking hold. She screams out with a popping dislocation of her elbow. Dad places his magnum right at her temple. One shot. She collapses without another sound, biting cordite filling the air.
Before she even hits the ground, two more agents emerge, rifles raised. “Division!” “Drop the weapons!”
Nope. My Uzi barks out a burst of suppressive fire, forcing them to duck. One agent counters with a diving roll, his weapon already snapping into position mid-motion. I drop to a knee, forcing him to trace a moving target, narrowly dodging a burst of suppressed fire. Bullets spark off the wall behind me, ripping bits of concrete from its façade. Kira waves her hand a few times, attracting the two riflemen’s attention.
With a sharp pivot, Terrence lets out a fierce kiai, his hands sweeping upward in a graceful arc. The air around him shimmers with an eerie heat haze, crackling faintly as a translucent barrier materializes. Bullets slam into the barrier with muffled thuds, trembling mid-air before spinning and reversing direction with a stamp reading return to sender. One cries out as a round pierces his thigh, while the other’s screams as the barrel of his rifle explodes, eviscerating his hand and forearm.
“Cover me!” Kira shouts, advancing along the left flank of the inner wall. I raise my Uzi, looking for bogies, right on her four the entire way up.
As she moves, an agent vaults over the mezzanine railing above, descending toward her with a shock baton. Kira anticipates the attack, pivoting on her heel. She grabs the baton mid-swing, redirecting its force into the wall with a sharp twist of her hips and an electromagnetic surge from her hands. With a rapid spin kick, she strikes the agent in the chest, sending him sprawling backwards. Before he can recover, she fires a clean shot into his shoulder, disarming him. He lets out an “Ahhh fuck!!” before she turns with a second kick, sending him tumbling down the staircase backwards. Terrence catches him on the way down and assigns additional speed; the man hits the lower level with force, breaking his neck.
And as if on cue, my precognition strikes again, but this time it doesn’t rob me of my sight or consciousness: disjointed flashes of movement, an ambush from above. I screech, “Sniper! Three o’clock!”
Dad reacts instantly, raising his magnum and firing at the shadowed figure. The sniper rifle clatters to the ground noisily as the gunman retreats, cursing.
Terrence shifts into another Tai Chi stance. “Found him.” This time, the boy flows with deliberate force. As another agent charges at him, the electromagnetic energy actually audible as it flows from his wrists and fists, T sidesteps the blow, guiding the agents momentum past him. He sweeps his leg in a low, circular motion, sweeping the agent to the floor. Without breaking rhythm, the teenager spins and delivers an open-palm strike to the agent’s chest, using psychic force to send him skidding backwards into the wall with a loud crack of his spine and ribs.
The agents regroup. One tosses a canister onto the staircase, a device that emits a piercing whine, disrupting psychic abilities. Terrence staggers, clutching his head as his barrier flickers and fades. “Damper! Get it the fuck outta here!!” he gasps, collapsing to one knee and forcing us all to halt in place.
Deeds doesn’t hesitate. She charges forward, sliding across the floor to avoid incoming fire that ricochets right over her, her combat knife glinting in the fluorescent light. She closes the distance with the agent who threw the canister and deflects his first swing with a well-timed block. Using his overextension against him, she hooks his wrist with her knife in hand and flips him onto his back. In one fluid motion, she leaps onto him and plunges the blade into his throat, silencing him for good.
Mom steps in to shield Terrence, her revolver roaring as she covers the team’s advance. An agent armed with a shock baton lunges at her. She sidesteps, deflecting it with her forearm against his, and counters with a hammer fist to the agent’s temple. He stumbles, dazed, and she finishes him off with a precise shot to the heart. He collapses backward like a falling tree.
Kira focuses all her energy on the damper, and it forms a white atmosphere before it goes dead. I guess I don’t need to cover them.
I turn back, moving to follow my father up the stairs, but a migraine hits hard. Images flood my mind all too late. A cloaked agent lunges out of nowhere, tackling me to the ground! The impact knocks my Uzi out of my grasp, and it’s an instant struggle underneath the agent’s 160 pounds of sheer muscle. This isn’t fair. The man’s forearm presses against my throat, a knife gleaming just out of my peripheral vision in his other hand.
Instinct kicks in. Precognitive flashes show the exact angle and motion of the blade a hair of moment before it actually happens, allowing me to twist my body just in time to avoid the strike. I grab the agent’s wrist with both hands, using my hips to shift weight around. With a burst of effort, I flip the agent onto his back! I grab a shard of broken concrete and smash it into his face; it bursts into smithereens, dazing him! I dive for my Uzi, then fire a short burst, ending the skirmish.
“Reinforcements inbound!” shouts Deeds, spotting movement in the mezzanine above. More agents flood the staircase, firing down at us. Kira steps forward, channeling her Spider abilities: she emits a concussive soundwave, her shriek reverberating through the space. The wave sends several agents sprawling, shattering all glass nearby as they fly backwards, creating a brief opening.
The team starts to push upward; but another agent tosses a grenade into our path.
It rolls to a stop in the middle of the staircase, right between Kira and me. “Grenade!!” I shout, diving left toward the wall as Kira hurls herself behind a shattered vending machine. Terrence staggers backward, clutching his head as the damper’s whine hits him full force. The deafening boom slams into my chest like a sledgehammer, leaving my ears ringing and my vision blurred. A wave of hot air rushes past, carrying the acrid smell of burnt metal and chemical propellant. Dust and debris rain down, stinging my face and arms as jagged shards of concrete clatter against the floor around us. It forces a cough out of me.
Behind me, Terrence regains his focus. With a sharp, deliberate movement, he raises a psychic shield. The grenade goes off behind it with a muffled boom! Shrapnel scatters. Behind us, citizens and tourists hide – that is, those who haven’t been injured or killed yet.
He lets it dissolve, and we begin ascending into the sunlight, sprinting upward into the Courthouse Square. We move up the stairs, stepping over fallen agents and the wreckage of the fight. My legs are heavy, every step dragging me closer to whatever fresh hell waits above. The sounds of the mezzanine grows louder—a chaotic symphony of clattering footsteps, distant shouts, and faint music. No rest for us, though. Not yet.
The courthouse holds everything we need—proof of Division’s crimes, encrypted data that could dismantle their operations for good, records, potentially access to the Prime Minister himself. The Hillel Temple, where he lives, is right next door. But getting in would be the easy part. Getting out? Different story.
The sounds of battle fade behind us, but the weight of the fight lingers. I look back into the staircase, my chest tightening around my racing heart. We’re not done.
I put my stock up to my shoulder and take aim down the stairs.
The sunlight hits me like a slap as we burst into the open, blinding after the dim station. The square sprawls out before us—wide, empty, and exposed, save for scattered civilians who are quick to scatter at the sight of us. Towering office buildings and the imposing courthouse loom in the background, their glass facades gleaming in the late afternoon light. It feels like stepping into the center of a trap—and that’s when the Shader curtain drops.
A dense, pseudo-mechanical whir hums through the air, followed by the shimmer of descending shadows. The air crackles faintly with static as the curtain encases the square, plunging it into a muted twilight. My stomach churns. The Shader blocks everything—sightlines, soundwaves, even radio signals. No reinforcements. No escape.
Fifty Division agents emerge from every angle, black-clad forms materializing like wraiths from behind vehicles, rooftops, and corners. Their rifles gleam under the fractured light, trained on us with unflinching precision. My breath catches in my throat as I glance at Kira. Her hands are already glowing faintly, her aura rippling like heat haze.
“Oh my God in Heaven,” I murmur, trembling as I raise my Uzi. The weight of the square bears down on me, suffocating in its silence.
Kira straightens beside me, her pupils black as coal. "They're not getting us without a fight." Her voice is steel, but I catch the slight tremor beneath it.
A booming voice cuts through the stillness. “Division! On the ground!”
The voice belongs to a Division Captain perched atop a tactical vehicle, his rifle slung across his chest. His barked order ricochets through the square, but none of us flinch. He’s trying to control us, but the air around us thrums with defiance.
Kira’s eyes flick toward him, then sweep across the surrounding agents. Her voice drops to a whisper. “They want a fight, they’ve got one.”
“Kira, wait,” I start, but she’s already moving.
Her aura surges like a tidal wave, and I feel it even from here—an oppressive, suffocating weight that bends the air around her. The agents falter, their weapons trembling in their hands as they meet her gaze.
The Captain’s face twists in fury. “You fucking bi—”
And then it happens. All forty-nine agents surrounding us simultaneously shift their aim—toward their Captain. His mouth barely forms a curse before their rifles erupt in unison, tearing him apart in a storm of bullets. Blood sprays across the tactical vehicle as he crumples to the ground, lifeless.
The silence that follows is deafening.
I stare, slack-jawed, as the remaining agents turn their rifles on each other. The air fills with the staccato crack of gunfire as they pull their triggers without hesitation. Bodies drop like marionettes with severed strings, collapsing in heaps until the square is littered with corpses.
Technically, that’s a war crime. But I’m impressed. “God damn,” I whisper.
The quiet is broken by slow, deliberate applause. My heart lurches as a figure emerges from the shadows at the far end of the square, his footsteps echoing against the concrete. His silhouette is unmistakable, the black trench coat, the polished boots catching the faint light. As he steps into view, I feel my pulse quicken.
Jamaal Goddard.
He ascends the stairs leading to the courthouse with measured steps, his presence suffocating even without his aura. “Well done, Gabriel and Kira,” he croons, his deep Creole accent dripping with menace. “Well done.”
“You fucking bastard,” I hiss under my breath, gripping my Uzi tighter. Beside me, Kira’s aura flares again, but Goddard raises a hand, his movements calm, deliberate.
“There’s no need for that, Kira. You’ve already made your point.” He smiles faintly, but his eyes—hidden behind impenetrable black HUD shades—betray nothing.
My father steps forward ahead of me, his voice sharp. “To what do we owe the…pleasure, Director?”
Goddard inclines his head slightly, his smirk widening. “Aiding and abetting a fugitive is punishable by law, Seth. You know this.”
The tension crackles like a live wire. Dad doesn’t flinch. “And you’re not stupid enough to think we’d just let you walk in here and take him.”
For a moment, the square is still, the air thick with unspoken threats. And then Goddard moves—too fast to track. In an instant, he’s standing directly in front of my father, their faces inches apart.
Dad doesn’t even blink. “You’re fast,” he says coolly. “But not fast enough.”
Goddard’s smile falters slightly, just for a moment. “Is that so?” His voice drops to a dangerous purr. “Go ahead, Seth. Try that smack of yours. One more time. If you land it…I’ll stop pursuing you.”
The challenge hangs in the air, impossibly heavy. My breath catches as I glance at my father, who tenses, his fists at his sides. The square feels like it’s holding its breath, waiting for the storm to break.
And then my vision blurs—the familiar warning of my precognition kicking in. A vision flashes through my mind: Goddard striking first, faster than I’ve ever seen, and my father collapsing. I snap back to the present, gasping.
“Dad,” I rasp, “don’t—”
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2024.11.29 00:00 Original-Fire-No1 Violence in Christian storytelling
Is it okay for Christians to use violence in their storytelling? Where is the line if you feel it's a hard decision to make?
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2024.11.29 00:00 josylad Hiring: Cleaner - Part Time at Garvin Cleaning Contractors
Garvin Cleaning Contractors is hiring a Cleaner - Part Time
Location: Ballina, Ireland
Description:
Additional part time cleaner required in Ballina areaMon to Fri 4.00 to 6.00pm or 4.30 to 6.30pm.Must have a clean record and be reliable.Ability to work as a team situation._________________________Also Morning cleaners required in Ballina. Flexible hrsMust have transport.Cleaner Supervisor.Minimum 3 years cleaning experience in commercial sites.Clean Irish driving license.Transport supplied.Job Type: Part-timePay: €13.30-€13.50 per hourSchedule:Monday to FridayExperience:Cleaning: 1 year (required)Language:English (required)Licence/Certification:Driving Licence (required)Work Location: In personReference ID: Mo/ 412
Learn More and Apply: https://app.resumeset.com/jobs/cleaner-part-time-24923/
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2024.11.29 00:00 Sriissmart Psx w: runes to get to level 150 h: ask
I started a new run and I need enough ruins
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2024.11.29 00:00 cowb Brian Eno Dead Letter Office - Friday, November 29, 2024
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2024.11.29 00:00 LatinWizard99 I love to change the themes and icon packs here
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2024.11.29 00:00 QueenMoscato_ Weekend Fun Downtown
Dinner has been served but now it’s time for desert!
Join us this Sunday at General Wood Shop for our Male Revue show! Come see what these guys have in store for you!!
Get your tickets here
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2024.11.29 00:00 nakednudistinco Any couples enjoy another male joining in?
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2024.11.29 00:00 RingsideNews_ Cody Rhodes Smashes Jimmy Fallon’s Guitar in Wild "Tonight Show" Preview
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2024.11.29 00:00 ScreamyV Aside from Jones vs Reyes/Gustafsson 1, which UFC fight was the biggest robbery?
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2024.11.29 00:00 ethos24 Ollie wishes you a happy thanksgiving. He also wishes for the turkey on your plate.
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2024.11.29 00:00 Imaginary-Focus-6534 Wie geilen op deze milf dm me!!!
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2024.11.29 00:00 AcademicAd8273 November 29, 2024, 12:00 am | France (FR) - Latest News
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2024.11.29 00:00 cavendish555 Discussion w/ lead after giving resignation notice
I’m curious about what usually happens after you hand in your resignation letter. What kind of discussions do supervisors typically have with you, and what questions do they ask? Are there cases where people lead tries to negotiate or ask you to stay? Also, how detailed should your responses be during these conversations?
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2024.11.29 00:00 PlanktonFar6113 Is there any Airbnb around stouffville?
Are there any available airbnb in stouffville? I have friends i wanna visit and i just want to ask here if it is tourist friendly here. And also any suggestion tourist spots around the province?
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2024.11.29 00:00 Lower_Island6120 7 Days!
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2024.11.29 00:00 AutoModerator Daily Talk
Daily discussion of all things Chelseafc but leave the salt at home.
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2024.11.29 00:00 No_Log_5054 Dell Inspiron 16 5645 or Lenovo Yoga 7
Recently I bought a Lenovo Yoga 7 laptop from BestBuy (https://www.bestbuy.com/site/lenovo-yoga-7-2-in-1-16-2k-touchscreen-laptop-amd-ryzen-7-8840hs-with-16gb-memory-1tb-ssd-artic-grey/6571363.p?skuId=6571363). After a week, I am facing trouble with the audio system and already got the blue screen error. There might be a problem with this particular unit. Anyway, I am going to return it and get another unit. But, in the meantime, I have been having trouble with the audio system and have already received a,e I have also found another one from Dell with the same price and similar specs (https://www.dell.com/en-us/shop/laptops/amd/spd/inspiron-16-5645-laptop/useichbts5645gtlg).
I know the Lenovo has a better processor and touchscreen, but the touchscreen is not a priority at all.
Overall which one would be a good deal??
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