Jams

the chapter up 55

"Si Marcel was quiet, but it was ballroom business. He's the same, still waiting for protocol on his mutant heart. There are only a few more that are the key to the sixth war."

"Prita is introgating Batgirl" Jihan reported. "You see, what a problem. If I'm kepo, about vacum the Bekeul."

"Wait for this BIN spy to settle."

"Ha, your state agent said? Isn't he Doremon's grandson?"

"Ntar lo jump with him, yeah. Ghost is safe here until his training level is ready. Let us be careful, all I nemenin si Vita, cross the patrol."

"Umm, if the task with Mbak Killer tuh, must be diem. I'm still a layman on espionage issues, Nik."

"Lo is the silent guard. If the field investigation, hold him."

"How did he go berserk? He's still bummering. If I become a partner sablengnya, Mbak added killer deh."

"How's nyebelin? There's no such intimacy?"

"There's a familiar. But he's like a vengeful naro, like he wants to retire look at me."

"He's a boong, consider it a caper. He's a khan from Marcel. If it's.."

"He destroyed the server wall." cut Jihan. "Like dowager. He's fierce, Nik."

"Hhhhhh.."

Splrpm..! Nik Nik sucked a drink and quietly briefly looked ahead, no matter what he daydreamed, then suddenly shaken by a smile.

Jihan ignored his opinion in Nik Nik's ear, turning her attention to the arena screen.

The movie theater still going on, Jihan found the walls of the arena had been shot by the ship where the pilot smiled while pressing the steering wheel, the laser spewed out of his vehicle into a separate entertainment for Ghost.

"Si Mbaknya know kok, elo gabut because of his attitude. Just wait till she's nyampein' the ales, Han."

"I don't know, I've never been out of karma, Nik."

"Continue?"

"Kalo elo pantes judes to me, because it was once guaranteed directly. Elo my telekinetic victim, Nik."

"Why try on rame pas lo fight with Nina, continue to be lonely again?"

"Well, Nik? In inget, the tax cost is big khan?"

"Son, no. Ihiiihi.." sneer at Nik Nik, while closing it. "Curkey. Gini's. Tuh shabby fellow, that blood-kayak. If I go back, I feel sick myself. You knew I was here via a beam. The nutmeg is rather heavy. Lusid kayak that's.

Karma really, wallahualam Han."

"Gue's out there wandering around. The shift army's sample meandered my nodong, in camp, time dateng. Tenar, but t*roris. I´m.. Afflictionable."

"Gue just want to see, my paradox how. Life is strange."

"Lo really, haven't weathered the anomaly?"

Nik Nik immediately nodded his head, staring at his interlocutor.

"Gue tastes pretty much your own jeans, Nik."

"Qorin I'm quiet, listener, I never interfere with my work."

"Lo khan lusid. Yes, he is inside you. Not that."

"Holy. So far it's just texting, how to talk."

"Huhah!"

The set!

Nik Nik was dragged through the fence, but soon held on.

"Aa..aaduh.duh! I-yes..!"

"Ahaa! It's not my fault." jelak Jihan let her friend stuck in tension on the stands fence, pulled something invisible.

Because of the edge of the fence from the stenlis, the iron becomes slippery by sweat. The more you fight, the stronger the pull. Nik Nik eventually lost power, then carried away flying.

"Am-amm. puuuun!"

Nik Nik was crying out to Typhoon. His long cry was heard by the man who was patting two hands near the pile of ship debris.

"Sir!"

Jihan anxiously called, but as soon as she saw it from the fence, Nik Nik had already been carried by the Typhoon down there. Jihan immediately heaved a sigh of relief, no matter the space-cinemas vanished impromptu.

"Hhh, kiraen is really smeared."

"Han, where are you?"

"Ehh," jihan gurgled, catching the sound.

"Copy. Saucery.."

"Where are we going, ma'am?"

"moved. To TKP. The PDL lo."

"Perkedel?"

"OKAY. Naro canned first."

Jihan continued to step. Up in front of the chair, the glass and the tin of biscuits he picked up. His body slowly rose. He floated away leaving the stands, ignoring the sound of tools following nearby.

The glasses and binoculars immediately disappeared. Gwiits!!

The pajama girl landed in front of the table, immediately putting her luggage away. There Jihan saw S1 flickering with lights, Ghost seemed to have mastered the ship that was driven. "Remain my mindai?"

"Be careful. Happy work Brother Mentor."

"Would you forget, huh..?"

"Haha!"

Wahan. It sounded like iron shifting, folding, opening, bending, until there was a sound like a broken item.

Grrth!! Tekhs! Takhs!

Tekhs! N-no..! Takhs!

Gretak! Gwiits!

Trakkhs..! Tekhs! Takhs!

"Waouw. that cool, Ghost," commented Jihan, the rides he saw had changed into more prototypical objects, human mode aka robots.

Prita who was waiting for Jihan near the dimensional door, also looked up. While Paradok with him walked over to Jihan, Bandana's head was not covered "helm".

"Dam. I'll help you, I have the same business as you, Giziania" Bandana told Jihan, but ignored.

The object Jihan was looking at looked dashing, there was no cockpit or pilot room in the S1. A real robot-looking ride is no longer a drone or a vehicle.

"Hey! Lookatme!"

"Ehhh.."

"I don't have much time left, Jihan."

"Dwelling. The usual keles. Nyolot is very lo Bekeul. It's noisy!" spray Jihan to her paradox.

The glared one winks two eyes.

Zwaatts!

A layer of archival screens showed themselves and became an obstacle. There were two faces of Jihan in it, as well as a clear ball, Bandana was raising her hand there like a fortune teller was bewitching his sacred object.

"Listen. It's just as important to me, Jihan. I chose the wrong path. Riko is gone."

The screen has shifted to the side.

"Hadeh. Ja. I do not need to be loyal anymore. Idup for waiting and ngarepin that never come again. She's deceased, Batgirl. Please, it's real. Here and outside. Realize, we are love slaves who should not have been so.

Qorin has made an effort, to design what is in the deceased. But look, again the number of people he loves. The jeans and the Mamah. Plus, the story.. Ahh, that's it. Sin, sin. He's a good guy."

"You guys okay?" ask Prita as soon as it comes, also nimbrung. "Additional briefing, all the way.. There's a lot of lives still under threat out there."

"What's our mission to get them, Ma'am?" ask Jihan.

"Also. You're provocative, plus Marcel, my oma, who doesn't want to quit."

"It's our dark side, ma'am. Yeah that's it. Don't confuse the cloudy side of the gini. It's getting darker to accuse."

Without saying much, Prita turned around leaving Jihan and Bandana. Women wrapped in army clothes are getting colder. Jihan called him, but was not heard.

"Mom! Please, they're not me!"

"You'd better get ready" Bandana said, following the person in the same shirt as her, the UNO uniform. "The clothes are comfortable.. Jihan.."

"Hhh." looked at Jihan, with a face still confused, looking scared.

Swwr!! Strange layers reveal the hidden craft, S4 has returned to Earth, landing near the broken Eiffel tower, in France.

Gwwwwr!! The Spherical Ship floated back overlaid with a shield finished unloading three of its passengers. The S4 disappeared without seeing where it was flying.

"What's the matter yet, the war?" confused Jihan, no longer wearing pajamas, on his back there is a text UNO, already wrapped in PDL and shoes typical of the battlefield, Czech, but he felt late coming to the battle.

Jihan saw the garden was very destroyed. The lampposts lay, the trees fell, the grass grew on the streets of the park as long as it was not touched anymore. The full light only adds to the eyes of Jihan increasingly doubtful about the status of the location, Prita and Bandana have been a bit far away leaving it, only the confused who still cares about the scene.

"Ce qui vous est arrive?" ask a young man as soon as Prita comes.

- what happened to you?

The young man looked back at Jihan and Bandana, his three friends in the back, still in a respectful position.

Jihan did not care about the Arc holder staring at her. In this little camp, he found the source of the smell that was smelling in the nose, which was being burned in the bonfire, a special food of the survivors; snakes.

"Pas lui's. Celui-ci," said Prita.

- Not him. This one

"By!!"

Prita's opponent spoke straight and respectfully. The clothes looked very shabby, but confident, the rifle was the same as the one carried by Prita. Perhaps the typical European face is indeed a local guerrilla who is familiar with Marcel and Prita.