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Alcatraz was cracked open and the prisoners spilled free eagerly, but not everyone was spirited off the Rock. Some prisoners had only themselves to blame for that: they were too distracted by the chance to take revenge against the guards or the prison itself to grasp the larger freedom that awaited them across the Bay. As for the rest of the population....
A select few were taken directly to the mainland.
Many others were supplied with inflatable rafts equipped with small lightweight engines.
Some were given inflatable rafts and a set of oars.
Others, either through desperation or cunning, headed for the prison's own docks, where official motorboats awaited those able to overpower the guards.
The warden barricaded himself in his office and continued to sound the mayday, hoping that some help--any help--would arrive soon, before the Rock crumbled into the waters.
A select few were taken directly to the mainland.
Many others were supplied with inflatable rafts equipped with small lightweight engines.
Some were given inflatable rafts and a set of oars.
Others, either through desperation or cunning, headed for the prison's own docks, where official motorboats awaited those able to overpower the guards.
The warden barricaded himself in his office and continued to sound the mayday, hoping that some help--any help--would arrive soon, before the Rock crumbled into the waters.
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Date: 2006-11-17 05:11 am (UTC)Roy runs and tumbles, trying to get out of the way as best he can. He can hear the debris and various shots flying past his head, and then something sharp and fast gets him in the leg. He finds the best cover he can, hands working furiously to find what he's looking for in his quiver.
Bingo. Sticky bomb, purposefully designed for armor and with an arrow delivery system. He pops out of his hiding place long enough to fire a few arrows, the sticky bomb somewhere in the barrage.
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Date: 2006-11-17 05:15 am (UTC)One seems to have stuck, though.
"Wh--" The bomb detonates, sending Panzer back into the ground in billowing smoke. He looks more annoyed than anything and is charging up that cannon once again.
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Date: 2006-11-17 05:17 am (UTC)"Sweetie, love of my life, can you pretty please bust up that mother@#$%ing cannon?!"
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Date: 2006-11-17 05:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-18 01:49 am (UTC)Unfortunately, now he's using it as a sort of shield and fly swatter. "I thought you were a smarter opponent than that, Troia. I have to say I'm disappointed."
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Date: 2006-11-18 03:38 am (UTC)She bobs, weaves, and most importantly, tries to do much of this as she can while airborn. It should give her husband a shot to Panzer's lower half.
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Date: 2006-11-19 12:08 am (UTC)Panzer's too busy dancing around, trying to keep his balance and keep a flitting Donna away. Roy lets two more sticky bombs fly, aimed for his legs.
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Date: 2006-11-20 05:05 am (UTC)The armor's kept him pretty protected but now he's buried under his own crude shield. He makes the attempt to unbury himself and get back to his feet.
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Date: 2006-11-20 05:08 am (UTC)