Ah yes, first post with object title is this shit

2025.02.02 02:51 ExtremeVRYT We hit top 4 of this week!!!

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2025.02.02 02:51 longhosepipe 9.72B Call on Inquisitor’s Mace

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2025.02.02 02:51 Flaky-Acanthaceae-96 $29 FOR A 10 MINUTES TASK - JUST SIGN UP AND VERIFY (kyc) USING A NEW GMAIL AND MY REFERRAL LINK. come for details .

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2025.02.02 02:51 beautifullyhurt I spent my afternoon creating a mini beach combing world full of light, color and texture. Takes my mind off the heaviness.

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2025.02.02 02:51 lifedrawnfromtheye When Homer is about to hit Ned Flanders with that pipe and take his tickets

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2025.02.02 02:51 MarshallL_26 Is this skin worth it?

I haven't spended money on the game , should i do it for this skin? (Im about to summon haj on SHH)
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2025.02.02 02:51 Majestic_Cucumber_82 Party Comp Help

I am currently on act 2, just recruited Minthara to my party.
So far my party has consisted of my durge tav who is a level 5 warlock, level 2 oathbreaker paladin.
Astarion who is level 4 thief rogue, level 3 gloomstalker ranger.
Shadowheart who is level 7 light cleric.
And Lae’zel who I have been playing as a level 2 fighter, level 5 OHM.
The plan is to replace Lae’zel with Minthara, but I have no idea what to do with her. I was thinking some form of bard would be fun as I haven’t played a bard yet, but I honestly don’t know.
What would you recommend as a build for Minthara that works with the rest of my party? Thanks in advance!
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2025.02.02 02:51 ianflamingo Dialga raid on me!! 2 locals with me. add if you’re gonna join, starting soon!! 7808-4115-0022

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2025.02.02 02:51 dandylyon1 Do you have the Almond Danish in your area?

Howdy y'all. I was addicted to the Almond Danish and got it all the time when I lived in Phoenix. We moved to Texas and went to both TJs in our area and they did not have it and employees said it is either regional or discontinued. Wondering where in the country it is and/or if there's a way to get it sent to where I live now? It's too delicious 🤤 submitted by dandylyon1 to traderjoes [link] [comments]

2025.02.02 02:51 rovar0 The Reaper

Just finished chapter 66 in Dark Age and needed to set the book down for a bit (IYKYK). So I decided to doodle Darrow instead. submitted by rovar0 to redrising [link] [comments]

2025.02.02 02:51 Alternative-Ad-4604 More random Knott's cats photos, a fake cat photo, and a very real service Snoopy/Beagle

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2025.02.02 02:51 Jernneve Collection complete (heatmiser for extra credit)

Yeah its not in correct order, but still a solid flex.
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2025.02.02 02:51 Beneficial-Board6959 Clawbacks

Curious generally how long it took C1 to clawback miles once they posted when that’s happened to people? Just wondering when I can potentially consider the ones I’ve earned “safe”. Thanks!
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2025.02.02 02:51 Ninmast_Nunyabiz [OC] Off the Rails - An Apex Short Story

Off the Rails
An Apex Short Story
-by Ninmast Nunyabiz-
Union trains always run on time. This is thanks to a network of artificial intelligences that monitor the state of all rails and cars at all times. This being the Galactic Union, and artificial intelligences being considered sapient beings on par with any organic citizen, they aren’t slaved to the processes. In fact, they work a normal daily shift like anyone else.
The railways have actually grown to use them as mascots for their respective stations, and the girls and boys of the Union railways take pride in both their service and administrative duties. One artificial intelligence once described the job as like getting to play with model trains for a living, and not having to imagine all of the passengers getting on and off.
Paradoxically, this doesn’t mean that Union trains run fast. On account of a higher instinctive risk aversion than Humanity, rare is the Union species that even considers high-speed rails. The operational speed of a Union train rarely reaches even two hundred kilometers per decisol, despite being a composite civilization that has long since mastered faster than light space travel.
But they always run on time.
* * *
Passengers in Car 10 on the westbound I-41 engine had just finished settling into their seats for their ride. It was a particularly long one that would cross the better part of a time zone before it reached its destination station, overseen by AI Iona-Oahu. Iona was popular with her regular passengers, and delighted in entertaining them during the long trips, a diversion from her monitoring duties that amounted to music in the background for the multitasking master of the tracks.
It would still be a few minutes yet before such entertainment began, and the passengers were chatting amicably with one another while stewardesses moved up and down the aisles selling drinks and snacks. The ride was silky smooth, as the cars don’t even jostle since they don’t actually touch their grav-rails.
It was just another average day for the I-41. The skies were clear, energy levels were nominal, and the train was perfectly on schedule.
And then it wasn’t.
The braking didn’t amount to much more than several dozen kilometers per decisol, less than a quarter of their previous speed, but it was enough that everyone took notice. Passengers were pulled forward in their seats and the stewardesses grabbed for their carts before they could roll away.
As everyone began fearfully asking, wondering and demanding to know what was going on, two hooded figures stood up from near the front and pulled back their hoods to reveal lupine features. When they weren’t immediately noticed in the panic, one of them put his fingers to his mouth and sounded a shrill whistle.
The car settled down at the sharp noise, then grew quieter still as they processed the presence of the two preds looking down on them.
The other pred, the one that didn’t whistle, spoke into the resulting silence.
“For those of you who are interested in knowing what’s going on, we’ve prepared a presentation just for that, a bit of a movie, if you like. So sit back, shut up, and enjoy your in-ride entertainment.”
With that, he tapped a button on the holo-screen on his wrist, and the main cabin monitor flipped on, followed shortly by monitors projected by the back of every head rest.
“Citizens of the Galactic Union,” the video started up as a wolfman with a scar down one eye appeared on screen, well-groomed and dressed in a fine suit. “I apologize for the disruption to your normal schedule, but there is a pressing matter that I must bring to the attention of your superiors.
“First, introductions. My name is Karnak. I lead my fellow pack members in our efforts to reach Civilization. Together, we are known as Vahrkan, and we hold full control of this train and all of its cars.”
So rapt was the attention of the captive audience that none heard the hermetic seals shut, or the hiss of air pressure as a colorless gas tasting vaguely of cinnamon began to fill the car.
“Why would we do this? Because your Civilization rejects us while simultaneously trapping us within it. Because we are predators, we are treated as second-class beings. Because we are predators, we are trodden upon and scorned. Because we are predators, our children are denied education and work opportunities.
“Because we are predators, we are looked down upon as inferior.”
Before the very eyes of the crowd, the two wolfmen in front began to look larger and larger, their grins widening to show ever more, ever sharper teeth.
“But the reason you fear us is because we are not inferior. The natural hierarchy has been upended, but Vahrkan will right the scales. If you wish to see us as the demons of your nightmares, then demons we shall become!”
The grins became truly wicked, their sharp ears twisting up like horns, and as the two predators took their first steps forward, muscles rippling as if to threaten to tear open their clothes, the entire cabin began to scream.
* * *
Within nanoseconds, the call went out to Defender Headquarters. The pinged AI immediately rerouted the information to the relevant department, and the AI there located the nearest qualified officers on call. Iona-Oahu had lost control of Engine I-41. Over five hundred people were onboard the lost train. Investigate and rescue.
Ash and Storey tossed their lunch in a bin as they ran past it the moment the call came in marked Priority One. Estimates placed them as first to arrive, reinforcements being diverted and en route. All first responders on tap, fire and medical included. Status of missing train unknown, previous route and interception course laid into navigation.
Ash practically mauled the interceptor cycle as she pounced on it, immediately keying the ignition and revving up the electric motor. The Chisay medic barely had time to straddle the second seat and lock into the restraints before his partner gunned the bike, sending it shooting down the street on as fast a track to its maximum velocity as she could force it.
It was called a motorcycle, but it was nearly fully enclosed with the elongated semi-oval that was the windshield and the roll bar at their back. Even in the event of an accident, it was engineered so that they might get rattled around a little, but the worst of any impact would be absorbed by the vehicle.
That wasn’t what had the Chisay so terrified, though. The speed at which they tore through the megacity drove the medic to cling to the officer in front of him in distrust of the restraints alone, despite them being far stronger than his own grip. Even the sirens and lights blaring from the machine were of questionable usefulness, as Apex swerved in and out of traffic faster than most could have gotten out of her way, anyway.
Chisay had relatively high reaction times, as Union species went, able to respond safely to navigation obstacles at speeds of over 180 kilometers per decisol as a racial average. This was no doubt thanks to their avian evolutionary history, requiring such times to adjust to threats mid-flight. Even though they were no longer flyers (due to their size, modern Chisay could barely manage to glide under their own power), they still retained many of the traits and instincts that made them excellent at it.
Ash was on the outside of those limits and wasn’t breaking a sweat. There was tension throughout her back and her gaze was locked ahead, but it was in urgency, not strain. If she was straining to do anything, it was avoiding going even faster. Storey had no doubt that if he weren’t “riding shotgun,” as Ash called it, she’d be going even harder with only her own life on the line.
They shot through the megacity and out of the district they’d been patrolling. But Apex didn’t follow the plotted intercept course. The machine started squawking at her the moment she took an off-ramp to a higher elevated highway, but she ignored it. It wasn’t long before Storey could see tracks a level down from them, and he started to get a bad feeling.
“Oh, Ashley,” he pleaded, “please tell me we’re not going to do what I think we’re about to do!”
“It’s faster,” she answered, and that was technically true, if one didn’t care about the nearly half-dozen meter fall, or driving on live tracks, or the risk of getting caught in front of a train. “Hold on tight!”
Storey would like to think he didn’t scream while clinging tightly to his girlfriend and fellow Defender. He certainly didn’t hear it over the sensation of his heart leaping into his throat as they jumped the railing and gravity took over. And any scream was cut off with the landing of the impact as it kicked the air out of his lungs.
With no traffic in the way, Apex drove the cycle even harder, and they shot down the tracks at speeds that started to blur to the Chisay’s senses.
And then, there it was. Ash slowed the bike down as they came up on the train so that they weren’t closing as fast, until they were coming up on it only a little faster than it was moving.
Ash locked in the autopilot with a snap that jarred Storey.
“What are you doing?!”
And then she deactivated her restraints and moved into a crouch, her feet up on the seat. “Don’t worry about me, I’m just catching a train,” she quipped with a grin back toward her partner.
“I don’t think I like the way you catch the train!”
“Be ready to grab the controls!”
And then, with just a stride between the bike and the back end of the train, Apex jumped. Storey grabbed for the controls to compensate for the sway before looking up to see the human clinging to the roof access ladder on the back of the car.
She pulled herself up far enough to get a leg onto a rung, then leaned back to give Storey a thumbs up to show she was secure.
He knew he was too close to the train if anything happened, so he gave her a glare that he hoped communicated for her to be careful, then switched to the front seat and disengaged the autopilot to begin slowing down enough to back away from the car. He would have to keep trailing it until they reached someplace he could get off or Ashley managed to stop whatever was wrong.
Apex, for her part, climbed her way to the top of the car, and in the face of the wind, ducked back down to tap on her wrist, activating mag-clamps in the soles of her feet and the palms of her hands. It wouldn’t be enough to climb up a vertical surface, but it would give her extra grip against the seventy mile per hour winds along the top of the train.
She crawled up onto the top of the train, keeping her body low as she made her way toward the roof access hatch. It was technically an emergency escape, but her Defender credentials could override it in a moment. The next, she was dropping into the passenger car.
The scene before her was surreal. She landed between all of the passengers and staff for the car and two preds. The passengers and staff were all squeezed as tightly as they could manage against the back wall, the smell of fear and more than a bit of urine barely covering up a smack of cinnamon she assumed must have come from some of the sprawled service carts.
“Vahrkan will right the scales,” a video of a lupine man played on all of the screens on loop. “If you wish to see us as the demons of your nightmares, then demons we shall become!”
The two preds paused at her entrance, but there was something wild in their eyes, and their limbs twitched as if eager to pull her apart.
“Look, brother,” one celebrated, “the Defenders have arrived!”
“I only see one. Do you think there’s more?”
“I hope so. It’d be such a pity if we only get one chew toy.” The celebratory one’s mouth split open as he pointed at her. “Look, look! It’s happening! Twenty creds she pisses her pants!”
She had honestly stopped processing what they were saying. She was overcome with emotion as her heart pounded in her chest. There was nothing she could do. Her lungs seized. Her muscles clenched. Her eyes dilated. Adrenaline flooded her system. Everything these two did, everything about them …
… it just made her feel so … so …
One of them was laughing at her. The next instant, there was a fist colliding with his jaw in slow motion. In that same slow motion, his body began to roll away from her. She followed through all of the way until she was bent over, but it was like the bike’s autopilot. Her mind was already on the other one.
His face looked shocked, confused, and when his eyes met hers, it grew a little horrified with some sense of revelation.
It was delicious.
She was on him before he could think to react, grabbing him by the shoulder as she buried her fist into his stomach, then again, and again, and again, hammering him clear up off of the floor with each impact delivered like an angry piston. Then she grabbed him by the other shoulder, too, and hurled him away like a rag doll.
He impacted a window, blowing it out as his head lolled out the side. The burst of fresh air was almost chilly in the cabin.
That was important. Something about that was important.
His brother had climbed back to his feet and was lunging at her with his claws wide. She didn’t even hesitate. She grabbed the arm and twisted it around a hand bar. She pulled. He screamed. She pulled harder. Red spilled across the cabin as the arm came loose and he screamed even louder.
She threw it aside and grabbed him by the neck and head, slamming him into the nearest window. It broke and his screaming got a little quieter. She whipped him to the other side of the cabin, into another window. Back and forth down the cabin, she shattered windows with his face, and only stopped when she reached the door to the next car.
Her breathing was heavy. Her heart was pounding. She’d never been so angry in her life, but there was a rush along with it, an endorphin high that made it all feel so right.
She dropped the unrecognizable head to the floor and spared a glance back at the passengers and staff. She must have been glaring, because they all flinched away from her.
They would be fine. They were safe. There were more cars. More preds laughing at her. She could practically hear them.
Apex literally tore a path through the intervening cars, repeating her performance. Every passenger car held the same thing, all of the passengers held captive by just a couple preds. None of them laughed at her. She didn’t give them a chance. Bars and frames were bent, windows were smashed, seats were snapped. One pred’s head was put all of the way through the main monitor, and then she twisted the whole bloody assembly, razor sharp glass shards and all, nearly full circle.
None of the passengers or staff got anywhere near her.
She got all of the way to the engine and came bursting in, fully expecting more of the same. It took her a moment to process her change in surroundings, and it occurred to her the train had to stop. In a frenzy, she looked around for anything that looked like a brake. That was when she saw the note.
Apex snatched it up in hands covered red, barely able to remember where it all came from, and focused her eyes on the note. Letters were there. Letters that said something.
“Key Upstairs”
It took her a long moment to parse the meaning of the words, then she turned back to the doorway. There was no upstairs on a train. Only a roof.
There was a man waiting for her up there on the car behind the engine, another pred, standing in the shadow of the wind fin of the engine that broke the gusts and created an area of calm.
“It’s called Truth Serum,” he said unbidden as she landed on the roof in a three-point stance. “Do you like it? Our leader funded its creation. It triggers the Flight Response in the imbiber. For prey species, it makes them terrified, unable to do anything but run as far as they can, and cower if they can’t.”
He turned toward her, and she could see he held a hypo spray in his hand. “Of course, who could have imagined that the first person the Defenders would send would be a predator?”
She took a step toward him against the wind, but he didn’t seem bothered. “Oh, don’t worry, I won’t try to convince you to join us in your state. Honestly, my words are probably wasted on your pretty little head right now. More’s the pity, considering you must have killed all of my equally juiced men on the way here.”
She took another step forward, and this time, he took one back. “I’m afraid I’m really not interested in fighting you in your current state. Fortunately, once removed from the gas, the effects gradually start to wear off. Now, the liquid form …”
He pushed the hypo against his wrist and it released its contents with a hiss. His muscles clenched and bulged as they seized up and he bent over before throwing his head back. “Oh, it’s a rush!”
She dashed for him, head low, and went to ram into his middle, aiming to pick him up and slam him into the roof of the train. But he gripped her by the shoulders and held her back, causing a standoff between them as both struggled for the advantage. If his underlings were any indication, she had the greater strength, but he had the advantage of leverage and an undwindling dose of the fury drug in his system.
She broke the stalemate by slamming her head up into his jaw, the impact enough to stun him even in his enhanced state, and lashed her foot out to kick him away from her again.
There was something she came up here for. Something important. Her mind was starting to clear.
“Key,” she demanded.
He chuckled as he stood back up, their tussling having rotated their positions, but the wind only made him bend into it, not move. “No wonder you’re so quick,” he surmised. “Your biology dumps most higher functions, doesn’t it? Must be starting to wear off.”
She merely repeated herself. “Key!” She held out her hand as if expecting to be obliged.
He smirked as he pulled a box from inside his coat. “This is what you’re looking for, Defender. Come and get it.”
As bidden, she charged again, swinging wide haymakers that he brought his arms up to block, even though his body shifted left and right with the force of the impacts. When she paused, he lashed out with a jab that struck her in the chin, but she ducked under the follow-up and pistoned her fists into his stomach, twice, three, four times, and when his guard came down to try to stop her, she straightened up and swiped for his face again.
He staggered back, but watched her as she panted heavily and didn’t pursue.
“You really are impressive,” he praised, holding his arms wide. “You’re slowing down, you’re getting weaker, but you just get more and more clever as you come back to your senses, don’t you? Pity the after-effects of the Truth Serum are so harsh. It won’t matter how clever you are …” And he was the one that charged this time. “... when you can’t stay on your own two feet!”
They traded blows again. More and more, Apex ducked and weaved instead of bullheadedly sinking hits in exchange for hits. But her body hurt. Every muscle, every tendon screamed in a progressively louder voice. And his blows, once so slow that she could have counted his knuckles if she’d had the mind to do so, came faster and faster to her senses.
It wasn’t long before she was blocking more blows than she was throwing, and it was downhill from there until he was pummeling her defenses as ruthlessly as she had opened against him. Finally, he got his foot up when she staggered back from a particularly sharp straight and buried his foot in her chest to send her sprawling back.
She barely caught herself before she rolled off the train entirely.
He bounced on his feet a bit playfully. “What’s wrong, Defender? Not so full of vim and vigor as you came up here with? I can do this all day!” He threw a few jabs at the air just to illustrate it.
Finally, Apex took more notice of her surroundings. There were sirens. Cars and bikes chased them along the highway. Several Defender hovercraft circled around them in the air. Reinforcements. That’s right, they were coming. She resisted the urge to search the crowd of vehicles for Storey.
Instead, she turned her attention back to the wolfman that was her opponent. “It’s over. You’ve lost.”
But he just threw his head back and laughed. “We won the moment we took over the train! Did you think we expected to hold it?! We only slowed it down to put off getting to the next station! Do you think those Prey will ever forget the fear that gripped them today? Those on this train will never think of themselves as superior to Predators again! And the performance you put on, it must have been glorious! I regret missing it!”
He took a step toward her downed form. “No, you’re the one who lost. You did nothing but prove our point, and now that you’ve served your purpose, you’re going to go overboard and plummet to your death from a hundred-seventy-plus kilo-per-deci train.”
She groaned, but pulled herself to her feet and placed herself into a ready stance, damn the complaints of her body.
The display only made him laugh again. “You can still go?! You must be in agony!”
“We’re endurance hunters,” she growled, and started toward him again.
For his part, he let her. And then, when she swung, he ducked under it and punched her in the ribs. She swung from the other side, and he blocked her arm and backhanded her across the face. Still, she came, even though he kept slapping her aside.
It was like she didn’t even feel what he was doing to her, and in truth, it barely registered over all of the pain signals her body was already sending her. He kicked her, and she got up, he punched her, and she returned for more.
But even her body had limits. He was starting to wonder where those were when she finally staggered away from a flurry of blows that had bloodied her nose and clipped her eye. She wavered, and likely only stayed on top of the train thanks to her mag-clamps that were still active in her suit.
“It really is over,” he declared this time. “You couldn’t fight your way out of a noodle shop now. Really, you have my praise for remaining on your feet at all for so long! What did you say your species was?”
“Human,” she half-mumbled, barely audible thanks only to the silence of an operating hover train. “And I’ve still got one more card to play. Just for when all the fight seems gone.”
His grin tensed a little at that. Was it a bluff? It had to be. There was no way some sort of second gusto was going to save her. “I’ll bite. What do you have, Human?”
“It’s called the Indi Maneuver.”
That made his face twist in confusion. “Indi?”
She could tell his implant didn’t translate it. Of course it wouldn’t. There’s nothing to translate proper nouns into.
Instead of explaining, Apex, sluggish from the beating and wear on her body, drew her taser with deliberation and fired it into the man’s chest. At the speed of light, an ionizing laser drew a line from the barrel to the wolfman’s chest, and, slightly slower, a bolt of lightning discharged along the line to slam into his chest.
He staggered, but didn’t go down. She fired again, and a third time. The fourth time hit where he was keeping the box, but there was no time to be thinking about that. The fifth finally made his foot catch on the rim of the car, and the sixth sent him spinning off into oblivion.
She held her shooting position a little longer, as if her body was unsure if it was finished, then she let the arm drop like an anvil was on the end of it as she staggered for the stairs again. Mindlessly, she got the weapon back in her holster and began her climb back down between the cars.
Ashley swore as she opened the door to the engine again. “Damn it, how am I going to get the train back under control now?” She’d have to radio for tech support and have them walk her through hotwiring the thing, probably.
But a light filled the consoles and a projection screen came on in front of the control panel.
“Not to worry, Agent. You successfully destroyed the jamming device preventing me from reasserting control over the vehicle.”
On the screen was a young woman with silver hair and wearing a train conductor’s uniform. She was smiling warmly.
“You’re the one in charge?” Ashley asked.
The figure on the screen bowed. “Iona-Oahu at your service, Agent. Thank you again for securing my train and protecting my dear passengers. Please tell me if there’s anything I can do for you.”
With Herculean effort, the human hauled herself forward into one of the corners of the room and flopped down. “Is the next station the nearest place for a stop? Your dear passengers need medical attention.”
That made the girl develop a worried expression. “There is a crossover that we can make an emergency stop at within ten miles. Should I relay this to emergency responders?”
“Please. In the meantime, I’m going to try not to pass out.”
“Oh dear …”
* * *
By the time the train came to a stop, the entire intersecting eight-lane skyway was cordoned off by emergency vehicles. As soon as its doors opened, a small army of EMTs in gas masks rushed in with stretchers. Without fail, two stretchers from every car came out with sheets pulled entirely over their occupants.
Another car pulled up, and a massive figure climbed out of it, the entire car shifting as he did so. Chief Homkish took one look over the scene and growled something about paperwork.
He stomped over to one of the ambulances that were loading the sheet-covered gurneys into the back. “Somebody tell me what’s going on in there!”
“Sir,” one of them addressed him despite not technically being under his command, “it’s a mess. Two preds dead in every car, half of them look like a bomb went off inside. No other serious injuries so far.”
“Where’s my officer?”
“I’m sorry, sir, we haven’t found any Defenders yet. She must be in one of the cars we haven’t gotten to yet.”
That was when one of the passengers being carried out screamed, causing a cacophony of chain reactions from the other survivors and drawing the attention of the Chief and the medics.
There, stepping out from the space between the front car and the engine, half-covered in blood and looking near-literally dead on her feet, stood Agent Apex. She ignored the screams as if she couldn’t hear them and blearily locked eyes with Homkish.
The agent, herself, had once perfectly described her expression on someone else. The lights were off and nobody was home.
She shuffled toward him like the undead all the same, coming to a swaying stop some feet away from him. One hand raised up as if she was going to salute, but it didn’t even make it to ninety degrees before it dropped again.
“Chief.”
“Apex, what the hell happened in there?!”
But her stomach made a sound, and instead of answering his question, she answered, “I’m hungry.”
“Sir,” the medic cut in, “she’s not fit to answer anything at the moment. Whatever happened, she’s gone. Let us get her in one of the buses.”
He growled, but a moment later, nodded. The next instant, the medic and three others were bringing over a stretcher and coaxing her onto it like she was a helpless child.
As they hauled away his best agent quick as a flash, he turned back to look at the train again. Whatever had happened here, he had a feeling the I-41 was going to be down for a while.
And that the investigation was going to be a headache.
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2025.02.02 02:51 Significant-Angle245 Anyone awake?

I wanna pour my heart out then not talk to u again I’m a guy btw
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2025.02.02 02:51 throw8175 Surrogate, my 1st oil, based on a B&W photograph

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2025.02.02 02:51 mish-tea Gala dress consisting of bodice and train worn by Queen Emma of the Netherlands to the wedding of her sister Helena to Prince Leopold, Duke of Albany, made by by Wenzel & Corbay, 1882

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2025.02.02 02:51 Able-Ad-8723 100m+ Combat ax moonshot

So i just found out they changed the requirements for a moon shot from 100m down to 75. Check out this double kill moonshot with a combat ax. Technically the car exploded but this is from before the change so who knows how far they were away. submitted by Able-Ad-8723 to blackops6 [link] [comments]

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