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Post by Mr. Johnson on Feb 28, 2007 16:06:55 GMT -5
your plane lands in what is, a fierce storm. Snow and wind make seeing anything nearly impossible, how the pilots were able to accomplish this with such ease is beyond you. The hatch to the outside opens and instantly the strong winds and snow fill the cabin. A tall figure dressed in black with silver hair enters, obviously not too happy about being out in the cold again
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Post by Xtreme on Feb 28, 2007 16:08:09 GMT -5
G-get your f-f-fraggin stuff m-man... im f-freezin my hoop off h-here...
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Feb 28, 2007 16:09:12 GMT -5
he enters the cabin and offers his hand out to take something, then leads you out to a snow vehicle, opens the hatch in the back for you to put your stuff in, then runs for the drivers seat and starts the vehicle up
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2007 8:55:00 GMT -5
I sit back as we drive waiting for him to stop shivering, when he does I turn and ask about what has been going one, and where I will meet the team.
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