Jams

the chapter up 90

Jihan likes to hear stories, especially not fairy tales. When his heart again overflows, the person he likes immediately takes the time. At length Marcel explained to him the questionable bracelet. Though Jihan just looking for an excuse, so as to freely kiss the friend's forehead, treat Marcel like a diamond.

Marcel himself is not worried about the anxiety that exists. He actually seriously explained his testimony briefly, clearly, and densely. Seems happy to share, especially he was immediately invited to play at the house of the lusid when they met on the road. Talk about Ray, talk Tester, nopik Panti, Marcel seems to still have a lot of stories and experiences. Unfortunately the lusid did not ask him about the hologram-pure or the heart of MacWell.

Maybe Jihan feels enough. While the night was getting late, whether intentionally or not, his face was glued to Marcel's shoulder. Jihan is so comfortable that it makes Marcel's daydreams crumble.

Marcel touched the screen he put on the side, extinguished the image, then the thing disappeared. He moved his head until his temple stuck to Jihan's forehead. Marcel covered his mouth that was yawning. As late as this drowsiness just attacked, the eyes were closed as hard as putting Jihan's hand on her cheek.

The position of both of them did not change in the morning. Jihan's feet and hands are spoiled poses, Marcel himself is hugged a sweat miss, holding Jihan's hand. The morning light glared into the tent, yet it was still quiet. Maybe they're tired.

On the rock yesterday, Gamma was prone to observing binoculars. He blinked his eyes in turn, the tool was peeked again. Gamma tried it out towards the valley.

Finding Gamma busy on the rock, Jihan turned back to leave the young man. He walked while yawning, his hair a bit tangled. Two minutes later Jihan arrived at the camp, sitting leaning next to Marcel.

"There's khan?"

"Hu umz.." Dehem Jihan was already spoiled on the ascetic's shoulder.

Marcel sipped the contents of his cup, breakfast cereal. He also let the teapot remain hanging on the extinguished fireplace, there was a floating screen in front of him. Marcel continues his pending activities last night, listening to the memo of Gull.

"I know Gaza isn't here, Gam. It also means a sign of his existence. You have to race your little difference, Dad. Between here and somewhere else. There must be weight even if it's just a little.

Oh..!! Oh yeah!!

Yes Dear. Undeterred.

Well, I'm sure it still has something to do with Riko. Not to push you into the past, the head of the squad has a paintball of enemies with Kisye. Who knows if he's a clone. Who knows, the baby is protected.

Oh.hh..!!

Well, I'm safe. It was just before."

There Gamma also watched, but still sculpt. Marcel saw he was daydreaming. Before long the widower sat down and spoke.

"He hunted his fellow men, bandits, as well as Nand. Gulls haven't wanted to tell me yet if he's on the Quarantine Ship. Not safe's.."

Gamma attached binoculars to the back of the bedil she was carrying. Marcel put the cup near the foot, he also touched the coin tucked in the ear, the screen turned the next memo. Gamma deflects the firing device to its owner after being fitted with a scope.

Jihan who was still sleeping, grabbed the bedil. He had already opened his eyes without letting go of the backrest, joining the watch while holding Arc. Jihan Abai in F1 dress.

"Huh.."

"Yes, what?" sahut Jihan, weak without glancing.

"Paradok lo can't wander here. If you find my pole, in nomand laen.. you want to tell me?"

"How ntar. But if you don't find me?"

"Gue keep it here anyway, until there's a protocol for Nature."

A masked man came. They found him carrying four chickens. He was just seen, at the time of appearance looks fun because bring food that remains burned.

"Abis yells that way, he knows to eat sahur."

Robot Gamma asked the three to step aside as soon as they arrived in front of them. He also took care of the fate of the chickens, was busy planting food with bamboo punctures. Marcel thanked him and immediately invited the ones there to start the briefing.

Not far from the fireplace, three friends squatting facing each other listening to the scheme that Marcel made on the ground. Marcel pointed at Jihan, then continued explaining the place for her by putting pebbles. Marcel also pointed at Gamma, and then the second stone he put on the ground. They're in a meeting to devise operational tactics.

"Why not malem-malem? From Camar's observation, catetan him while here, their number is more than noon. So, Gam. Lo, I put here underage civilians, he (pointing Jihan without seeing) paralysed the guards. Want a tucker not about?"

"Well, I'm the one with the kids."

It's daytime, but it's a little cloudy. At the height of the fence seunit drone through the entrance area. A cowboy picking up the abnormal CCTV as it left its area of duty, it was impossible to find a speeding toilet.

Shuut!!

"Aaa. aa, akh!"

Brugh!!

The cowboy suddenly falls outside the fence, near the perpetrator who controls his body. His hat off his rifle is still held. He was also even more confused when he saw the man exactly himself.

"Paradok?" ask the cowboy B.

Bukh!

The victim was beaten until he collapsed and did not move again. He was left lying down. Then the hitter took the rifle.

"Now fly, Seed. There are no stairs. If it is a weapon. AKA-49," said Koboy, a sundanese accent, commenting on the items being picked up, leaving his face to blot.

The body of the bandit also rose up. On the wall fence, he picked up a hat after landing.

After putting on the hat, these bandits looked around the floor looking for something.

"Where's the kekeur.."

"Lo paraplegicin' all the guards there, Han. The gun, you throw it or taro it in a safe place."

Marcel made another line on the ground. He explained that the box was part of it, Marcel also put a stone. Marcel gave another instruction to two people who were seriously listening in front of him.

Near them, the camp chef was busy fanning the grill with his solemnity. He had already chosen to serve there, they did not want to disturb him either. The robot henchman no matter the discussion, his face is still covered with cans. Ironman or satay guy anyway?

Gamma moved and settled, then covered her face. Instantly his body disappeared.

Come the man in the rags, the trousers and the shoes, checking the shallow hole. The thug aimed at the bedil, but then undone.

The guard picked up his handy talki that was stuck in the back, some of the boys who were on the stone relay noticed.

"Pos wa! Mi starch cell ge. Sen drone for dai jek. Ra rim fly -tv."

post two! Southern mining finds movement. We need drone sensors to scan objects. Send fly-tv immediately.

Begh!!

Hyuu..

Brugh! There was no wind, no rain, the body of the guard was hit hard by something that made him fall into the hole.

The boys who saw the incident looked at each other. One of them sniffed his shoulders while shaking. What seems to be the employer, immediately ask one of them to check.

"Mi cells, ha si and lan per jek it. Post wa... umph!! Mmpp! Hgngng!!"

"Southern mining, please comb and further check the related objects. Post two.. umph!! Mmpp! Hgngng!!"

The black boy was holding HT while listening to the news. He immediately returned to his herd, giving the picked up rifle. The dozens of girls and boys around him stopped from activities, all eyes were on the weapon.

As the head of the herd checked the ammunition from the rifle, he was startled, greeted by the others. The chief directs the bedil at the object present in their midst. But one of them prevented him from getting to know the F1 youth.

"Wa ka ar" Gamma said to the boy.

- Take them out.

"So I saw, right there, there were no Hill children. Where are they locked up, Cell?"

"There's a north area, the driveway near this dozer parking lot. But before that, the surface must be settled first Gam. The number that Camar counted at this hour was ten guards."

"Cell, elo talk surface? That means it's underground, there's an underground there, Cell?" ask Jihan.

"Yes. We'll take care of the civilians first. No one scratches ato blisters. About CCTV let me handle it," replied Marcel, asked one to give three answers at once.

Marcel examined the neck of the person he had smothered by sticking two fingers together. He hasn't held a bedil that could have paralyzed two postmen. Marcel tapped a button in this control room, ignoring the dozens of screens in front of him, seemingly on purpose and prying right.

Dat..! Dit!

It's dite!

Dat! Dit..

Jlee..!

Marcel opened the window. Here the shape of the wall is curved, a tube-shaped space aka a tower. Marcel opened the window by pulling it down, the upper shutters moving along.

Blegh..!

Jihan who had returned to her ori sighting, sat on the back of the thug who was being bound. He was eating grilled chicken. Somewhat far away from him, there were three people leaning in a sleeping condition, their hands were the same, already blocked.

Swuwii-wyitts!!

"Ehhh.."

Not only Jihan, the people who were pounding rocks, dredging the ground, starting the dozer engine, sand relay in the bucket, all heard and saw the tower. They're confused.

Jihan stood, in the distance there was a wave of hands, the source of the screams she heard. Jihan immediately replied, her chicken was being waved around.

"Again! I'm eating again, baby! That's it!!"

Here, Marcel saw Jihan jumping around brandishing her food. He frowned over the tulalite that was there. Marcel took half his body out the window.

"MEANING GUEE!! YOU SIAAAP?!!"

"What's wrong?"

Jihan was silent for a moment remembering their briefing earlier. He ran to the edge of the fortress. He saw the people under the wall stopping from their activities, there were also some men who continued to work. Jihan bit her chicken, back to the seat.

Jihan picks up, she ice five rifles in her arms. The lusid then ran to the place with his mouth still biting the chicken breast. Upon arriving, Jihan took off the luggage, the rifle fell on her leg.

"Yes!!" ringis Jihan until her eyes closed.

How many people turned to the fence of the fort, they found Jihan in a gesture, then threw a rifle. After being given a bedil, the prisoners took the others away from the location as instructed by Jihan.

"Good job" commented Marcel.

People ran to the south, where the children were stationed because there the fort was under construction, the area was open. They were led by five armed men, and were still shouting for a quick motion. On the tunnel grounds, Jihan had already descended from the fortress to help a woman who fell down.

"Pats! Pat!" the man shouted at the woman.

"Jagain them, Bang. He's a scuff,"

"By!!" the man put his hand on his forehead.

Jihan let the father go after those who first fled, because the woman was the last one to leave the construction of the tunnel. Jihan swept her around her, but her screams were no words.

"Woy! Paaat! Paat!! Get the fuck out of here! Are there still gaaak people?!! Whoa!"

The land was deserted, nothing moved but the cave rock-carrying machine. But then Jihan's eyes were fixed on the checkered clothes that she thought was a lap. There the clothes move. Jihan ran over.

"Keaac. keaakh.."

"O Allah, the birdy race." commented Jihan, the object was squeezed by a large enough stone, the wooden supports were also scratched and broken, the stone stained with green liquid. "Why use the mummy gini?"

"Nreaach. nreaakh.."

"Hhhh! Not who is laen what is selaen berak-berak?"

"Nrue. nruakk.."

"Yes already. Diem first."

Jihan is not. Finally the rock that pierced the birdy soon he 'magnet'. His two hands were directed at the hunk. Rock powders are steaming on the sides of rocks, hard and large objects like moving themselves.

"Noru..!"

The bird man managed to advance with his two wings wrapped in a box motif cloth. He still crawls the style of people swimming. Jihan ignored because she had to keep holding the rock so that the landslide did not hoard the area.

For a few minutes focusing on the 'diremote' stone, Jihan did not hear any more words she protested. There only lives him. The figure of F1 disappeared again, finished telling Jihan.

"Eerrght.. O.. O-okay.." replied Jihan after being left behind.

S.rlluu.uukh..!

Found a falling rock. His lips cover the view. Jihan remained silent in the thick dust.

"GUEE PRESS YES!! SIRINNYAAA!!" marcel shouted at the window, rivaling Tarzan.

On the face of the stairs, bandits wake up aka new siuman. The other officer was still sleeping in the chair.

The postal operator was the first to disable Marcel, but was unconscious as well, while the tower guard stalking Marcel had already jolted his head, giving a brief nod. It turns out that the rest of the anesthetic still affects him.

Dat-dit! It's..!

Deactivated censore

Krww.th!

Those who were lying on the ground, stood up. The dozens of fly-tvs lined up in front were shaking. Gamma, who had removed her mask, told everyone to wake up. The prisoners also according. Those who were armed, Gamma saw still hiding. The young man moved his hands, they immediately came out from hiding, the others remained in place guarding the movement with shots leading to the tunnel.

In the surveillance room, post two.

Bukh! Begh..!!

Gubrakh!!

The set!

The wuuts!!

The set..!

Bloch! Bukh!

Set-sets!!

Marcel's been busy by one with the tower guard. His position is increasingly cornered, backwards evasive the opponent's punch. The bandit is getting wild with the condition of the face is bruised and bleeding.

"Geeh!!"

Guard swinging a swivel kick. Marcel squatted down, low and immediately poked the opponent's foot.

Gubragh!

Marcel managed to get out of the way when the thug fell in front of him. He was on standby again with both hands clenched in Jacklin's style. Bedil on his back is quite long annoying, but Marcel still can be as agile as Spiderman. That's what makes the security guard upset and not concerned. Marcel continued riding, the opponent spitting after rising to his feet.

The soldier ran to Marcel.

"Geeha!!"

The set! The set..!!

The eyes of the psychopath seem to have read the action of thugs. So as soon as he was hit by a right side, left side, Marcel ducked again for the third time while moving his hand forward.

Bugh..

The victim's body was floating, pushed back in its slow motion. Marcel in a punching pose, suddenly grabbed his opponent's hand. The body that was floating and airing was slammed onto the floor.

The set!

Bru. aargh..

The floor bricks burst into the air. A layer of cement that also broke floated up ahead of the pieces of brick among other pieces. The dust rose faster as the floor was pounded.

Brugh!!

Seruluuk!!

Fragments of falling rocks rained down on the floor until the shaking lasted once.

Marcel street stomped on the victim's chest. He climbed down the stairs without comment. Up below, Marcel put a white cloth (puncheon) into his pants pocket.

Bregh!

The squatting jehan landed some distance away from the tunnel. He then stood observing the puff of beige color. The smoke soared high into the air exactly as the fire smoke.

"Astaghfiullah!!" yelled Jihan when her shoulder was touched.

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