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Liam nodded. The din of helicopter blade?s started and Adam ran over. ?We?ve got everybody loaded up. Lets go before the bad guys get reinforcements.? The group swiftly entered the choppers. They took off, and the jungle was left silent once more. [b]48 hours later: Central Command. Location Classified[/b] Liam kicked back in the plush chair. They?d been at this new skyscraper base for a couple of hours now. Enough time to shower, get some sleep and vaguely resemble human beings. The first minute Liam was comfortable, Adam accosted him. Something to do with a counselling session because of ?recent events.? ~~~ Adam strode briskly up to the seated Liam. Liam looked up from his glass and the television in front of him. ?What?? he asked. ?Liam. We?ve seen some files. Craig recovered a couple of recordable DVD?s and a digital video camera. We?ve seen what caused the damage to your back.? Liam?s gaze hardened. ?And besides coming to announce to the complex this wonderful news,' he said, 'what?s the purpose of this meeting?? Adam?s enthusiasm deflated slightly. ?The Commander of SYF, upon viewing the DVD?s has decided to place you in a counselling program. The current events and past ones have brought an alarming change from your original self?? Liam was standing now, the glass and television sat forgotten. ?If the [I]Commander[/I] thinks my mental health to be so important, why isn?t he telling me personally!? ?Because he had other events holding him up.? The burly voice of the Commander came from behind Liam. ?I?m expecting you to take these session?s now Liam. The future of the SYF depends on it. It seems the course has put an alarming amount of pressure on your psyche, we don?t want that happening to any other agents. So we?re going to put you under the microscope and see if any permanent damage has been done?? Liam scowled. ?Fine. But I?m only doing it because of the papers Commander.? The Commander took a slight step back. ?I don?t know what you?re talking about Liam.? ?Pfft, sure you don?t. You know the one?s I?m talking about. Where?s this session?? Adam looked clueless. He restrained himself from asking the Commander what Liam was talking about until he had pointed him off in the right direction.. When Liam was out of earshot, Adam turned to the Commander, ?[I]What[/I] papers?? The Commander?s face was grave. ?That information is classified Adam. Privileged information only, you won?t find it on any computer so don?t worry about it. Resume business.? The Commander turned and left, leaving an oblivious Adam behind. ~~~ Liam cleared his throat and yawned. The smell of the leather seat was making him drowsy. The SYF Psychiatrist looked up from his notebook computer. ?Liam,? he said, in a tone that could only be used by naïve thirty something psychiatrists. ?You see here, your problem is that you?re making things to complicated for yourself. Look at how you dress! Constant changing from formal to casual! One minute you?re one of those ?teenyboppers? the next you look like a Matrix wannabe. As you change these clothes you change your lifestyle and demeanour?? Liam snorted and unsuccessfully tried to turn it into a cough. The Psychiatrist looked over the lip of his laptop. ?What is it? What?s so funny?? ?I dunno?it just is?did you get this entire spiel of yours from that Avril Lavinge song ?Complicated?? I mean honestly doc, get a life?? The psychiatrist visibly reddened behind his half moon glasses. ?Ahem. Moving [I]right[/I] along. You need to build yourself a hobby, something that hasn?t been influence by your work. What about basketball?? ?Killed someone in the grandstands when the Chicago Bulls scored, while the crowd was distracted.? ?O?k then?Lets see, Soccer?? ?Garrotted a Mafia kingpin while he was watching his son?s peewee soccer match.? ?Right then?lets move away from the sports shall we? What about karaoke?? ?Hmm, took out a triad boss after he had finished singing ?My Way.? Actually, I didn?t know he was a triad boss at the time, I just hated his horrible singing. I found out he was a triad boss when the entire café started shooting at me?? ?.......? The psychiatrist rapidly scanned and read out his list of possible work distractions. For every one of them, Liam answered with someone he killed there, even adding what weapon, calibre, number of shots and the date and time to got with it. He was getting desperate now, it seemed he couldn?t find a single hobby. In exasperation he said, ?What about stamp collecting?? Liam was silent. For a very long time. The psychiatrist was smiling in triumph, and then Liam opened his mouth and his hopes were shattered. ?Stamp printing factory, Switzerland. My first mission on my own. It turned out that the factory was a front for money laundering. Killed the boss by drowning him in a vat of ink?that stain on my hands took months to wash out?? The psychiatrist sunk in his chair. ?Right?? he said, ?I guess there?s nothing I can do for you then?as far as I can tell all that SYF has done to you is turn you into a sarcastic, embittered teenager with the tendency to shoot people that annoy you. All of which can be classified under normal hormonal changes?good day?? Liam got up to leave when the psychiatrist called out, ?How about movies?? Liam opened his mouth to reply, but the psychiatrist raised his hand, ?Wait, I already asked you that. That was the incident with the ?James Bond sleeps around so much he must have created his [I]own[/I] venereal diseases.? After when you said that you used the disturbance to stab that triad assassin under the ribs before he could shoot the Prime minister?s daughter?? Psychiatrist fell back into his chair as Liam closed the door behind him. For all three thousand two hundred and eight suggestions, Liam had come up with a very detailed response of how he killed someone?sometimes even with play by play actions. The psychiatrist reached into a drawer and pulled out a particularly large bottle of vodka to ease his nerves and forget. Especially that particular account with the toothpicks, ?That poor guy?imaging having your brain stabbed through the left nost with a large amount of toothpicks?? The psychiatrist twitched involuntarily and swigged from the mouth of the bottle.

There isn't a standard uniform really. It all depends on the schools. See, public primary schools (grades1-7) usually wear polo shirts and shorts in all ranges of colours according to the school. Same goes for some public highschools. The Private schools usually wear button up shirts, shorts etc and the girls wear skirts...hm.. I'll find a link [url]www.downlands.qld.edu.au[/url] browse through there and find out my school's (private school) uniforms...

I live in Australia, remember? Yes, uniforms, pupil freedays, holidays inbetween Terms. Not to mention 'merit weekends'

Been there, done that. When my bro and I switched schools from Highfields SS to Gabbinbar SS, little did we know that they had a weird version of pupil freedays. lol We took a packed school bus filled with students from all other schools, got off, switched buses and when we got on the new one the bus driver looked at our bright orange uniforms and said, 'Huh. You two are from Gabbinbar aren't you? Hate to break it to you kids but you've got a pupil freeday today. Wonder why your other bus driver didn't tell you?'

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Yu Yu Hakusho! [/i] [B] Now I like Rocko's ML but Spunky??? As a nickname, yeah, I understand that..... [/B][/QUOTE] *snort* Anyone from Aus remember that Rove Live episode with Jamiroqui? (how the hell do you spell that???) "Heeello Mistah Spunkyyyy!" *falls over laughing*

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Mitch [/i] [B][color=red] Ack, who cares about the future. It happens. Heh, all I want to do is make it through life. That alone is enough. Geesh :rolleyes:.[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] -*if you haven't got anything good to say, then say nothing at all*- I am [i]soooo[/i] (:p) tracking you down twenty years from now. lol

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by marbar [/i] [B]*laughs at all those below him on the ladder* (ie. [u]Liam[/u],Cloricus,Enigma)[/B][/QUOTE] *viscious prod* o.O;

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Juuthena [/i] [B][color=deeppink] [size=1] *gets out a frying pan and sits by the search button* -- [/color] [/size] [/B][/QUOTE] *grabs a dead giant wet rubber haddock and joins her* ~~~~ Yeesh, I remember when I first started RPGing here. Unlike Rae, Raven and Harlequin (lucky evil people o.O), it took me ages to actually master the art of RPGing... Just remembering my first RPG and how badly I posted is enough to make me flame myself and dance in front of medra's nuclear silo with a giant red, glow in the dark, bullseye. Ahem... [size=1]and no that wasn't an invitation to dig up any quotes:shifty:[/size]

Wow. Mind you, I still haven't grasped the idea of 'college.' Mostly because some highschools here end in 'college' instead of 'high' ie my school Downlands [i]College[/i] As opposed to Toowoomba State [i]High[/i] School I'm sure I'll get it in the end though.... So you know where you're going to go and how you're going to get there...but once you're there, what are you going to study? I mean, that is to say, what do you want to emerge as? [i]If I missed something when I read it, I do apologise...[/i]

*fwaps back with a giant dead rubber fish* Well I could say that the point of this is to bow before my giant big brainess, but that's not why it's here. (Although comments and pointers on it would be appreciated) What I want to know is, has anyone else thought as much about this as I?

[size=2]Ah...a new year. What does that mean? Three or so weeks till school starts again. What does this mean to some of us? Senior year. Meaning I have officially two years until my schooling is complete and I have my OP.(Overall Performance) eeesh...OP. Now those are two letters that can strike fear into any senior student's heart. These two years I've actually got to pay attention, to receive an OP of 1 (the best you can get) I'll have to be in the top 10% of the school. Sounds easy? I think not. All the students in my year are basically placed on a giant ladder this year. All according to their overall score collected from their subjects. Doing better means you knock someone off their position, and you steal theirs. All the while you have to consistantly do well so that you can maintain a good standing to prevent others from stealing your place. It's all very, very unnerving when you think about it some more. The way the teachers talked to us about it last year, it was as though we were all alone in the world. 'There's no point helping your friend out, if you do, he or she might end up better than you, then poof! There goes the OP you wanted' Not a very comforting thought is it? It'd be even less comforting if our grade took it seriously. I doubt I'd cope very well without a second opinion. [b]Let's fast forward past the mind numbing moments...past the end of grade Twelve, onward to the holidays afterwards[/b] Well, here we are. January 2005. In three months or so the University of Queensland officially open their doors and the real, yet somehow casual, schooling starts. Grades eleven and twelve's subjects really come into play and help you out. Your OP pops up and if it's good enough, you're in the Bachelor degree you want. In my case, hello [b]Bachelor[/b] of [i]Forensic[/i] [b]Science[/b] [b]Stats:[/b] [i]OP of 5 or more required[/i] [b]Why a Bachelor of Science?[/b] [i]I need one to qualify for Undergraduate medicine.[/b] [b]Why forenics?[/b] Because it will give me a brilliant view of the human anatomy that will come in very handy for my medicinal years. Not to mention that it would help me qualify for not only [b]Radiologist[/b], but possibly the title of [i]Forensic[/i] [b]Radiologist[/b]. So I finish my Bachelor of Forensic Science, there's 3 years gone. I'm 20 and it's 2008. [b]University on Hold....[/b][i]now[/i] Hello two year mission in service to God. 2010, return missionary [b]University taken off hold....[/b][i]now[/i] This is where this quote from a reply email I sent to the Admissions and enrolements of the School of Medicine, part of the UQ great scheme [quote][i]Originally quoted by Barbara Muller (Admissions and Enrolements)[/i] [color=royalblue]'In 2002, the School of Medicine offered a sub quota for "Provisional Entry to Medicine for Year 12 Students". The sub quota is part of the main quota. It means that at the end of the Grade 12 year you are offered a place in the medical program after you have completed a bachelors degree at UQ providing you have met all the requirements.'[/color][/quote] (As you can see, I like to be serious about my investigation of these things) So I play this card after registering for it at the end of grade twelve. Hopefully I [i]will[/i] have met [i]all[/i] the requirements. In pops the 'MAIN QUOTA' somewhere amongst those years. With it comes the GAMSAT. Viewed by many to be ten times harder than the QCS, and just as many times as important. Did I also mention that it costs (depending on the course) 300 to 800 dollars (AUS) just to sit it? Yet another thing not to take lightly. [b]Yet more fastforwarding, past undergraduate, internship *BING!*[/b] Now at this point, we're half way along on the long and windy road. Now I'm in the fold of the 'baby doctors' Fresh Meat as it were, but at least it's Fresh [i]paid[/i] Meat. Gah, the details escape me, but somewhere along there I enter post graduate medicine. Now comes the specialist degree in Radiology. There, the long tale is ended. Exactly 19 years have passed. The title of 'Mr Liam Cameron' is long gone. Hello '[i]Dr[/i] Liam Cameron' End my years of schooling, and now off to some Hospital in the far flung reaches of Australia... [quote][i]From a Work Experience moment[/i] [b]On call Radiologist:[/b] Now Liam, if you really want to do somehting smart, you'll want to do Radiography. I mean, look at the difference in time! Us Radiologists end up spending basically half our lives in school, meanwhile this fellow here ends out in the fresh air in less than half of the time! [b]On call Radiographer[/b] [i]Yeah...but look at the [/i][b]huge[/b][i] difference in pay....[/i][/quote] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If you've read this, you now know how much time and thought I've spent on my fast coming (hopefully fast coming though Senior) future. Now it's your turn. [/size]

Rinalph sat sleeping in front of the still warm hearth. He opened an eye and looked cautiously around the room. His first response was to leap into a defensive position, but then his memory of the day before surfaced. How very odd it was... Rinalph straightened up and glanced out the window to see something walk outside, and vanish. Thinking it was a trick of the light, he rubbed his eyes and peered through the window. Nothing but the forest was in sight...odd... Feeling this deserved some inversitgation, Rinalph leapt out of the window and into the trees. He made his way very slowly and carefully through the branches until he reached the top of the tallest tree he could find. In the distance he could make out a speck, and it was gone. Rinalph dropped to the forest floor and made steady distance from the house. He didn't seem to feel it necessary to take his leave, the window was open, that was all the explanation necessary. Rinalph stopped and sniffed the air. The scent was being blown away...if he didn't speed up he'd lose it fast...Rinalp reverted to all fours and raced through the trees...Half an hour later he had lost the scent and was miles from whence he came. Tired, he flopped down next to a tree and listened.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by The Harlequin [/i] [B][font=gothic][color=crimson]And Liam missed it all.[/font][/color] [/B][/QUOTE] I did didn't I? whoops.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Anna [/i] [B] It just so happens that I like those names, only a few of them I have specific relations to their Biblical namesakes, like Isaiah and Joseph, and Ammon (but Ammon is in the BOM ;)). [/B][/QUOTE] darn you. Just as I started to think about it. I wanna put dibs on Ammon. Hm, fine then. Whatta bout Alma (now that'd be cool) or Ammoron (o.O now that is a eternal curse upon the child you give it to) I've always found Mormon to be a cool name...but that might as well send your child instantly into the 'inactive' zone when they hit the teens...

I was always treated nicely by older members when I was new to this, sure there were smart comments and the ones that made them are now burning in hell....

Athen trotted along the lengths of the building. Grotesque images, unseen because of the shadows, were lit up by the blue light eminating from him. Athen ran a hand along the stone carvings...cold to the touch. 'You know what I need right now?' he said, 'What I need right now is my ukelale...' Harlequin snorted and pretented to be clearing his throat and interested in the altar itself. Athen continued. 'No. I'm serious. This place is weird...its totaly cold, unfeeling...it needs some music...evin if it comes from a really bad musician playing an instrument made out of rubbish...' Athen stopped in front of a particularly gruesome carving, hidden as far away as possible from any form of light. Men and women were carved there, bodies rented in two while their children, lightbearers, feasted on the corpses and a head lightbearer looked on. Athen coughed and backed away from it, acting nonchalant.

Letsee now. When I have kids (that's if a woman could bother with me once I'm in '19-years-of-University-Egads-I'm-a-baby-doctor' mode) I'd name them: [b]Boy:[/b] Athen or Saethi (don't you dare try and stop me either :shifty: ) [b]Girl:[/b] Nina (after my awesome cuz ^^)

Cheating? Hmm, an interesting and volatile topic if there ever was one... Cheating all depends on the moral (or immoral) ground it stands. Hell, what am I saying? Cheating bites in all cases. The only case it doesn't bite is when your playing Perfect Dark with your best bud and he's got five or six bots chasing you with rocket launchers...helluva lot of fun...but that's off track... I can't say anything about cheating on girlfriends/wives/boyfriends/husbands from an experienced prespective, but I will say that I do view adultery as wrong, immoral and ignoble. There aren't any excuses for cheating on your wife/husband. For heaven's sake, you took a vow and were sealed to one another. Pfft, anyone who views adultery as 'ok' just furthers my point that the world's moral gound is falling to pieces.

I remember all the times when otaku was down, and all the other message boards I went to... *twitch* Let us never speak of my traitorous past. ~~~~~~~~~ I've got to agree with you. There isn't another place like otakuboards. It's just a really friendly place. I actually enjoy the 'PG' atmosphere. I much prefer posts that make sense and actually don't involve an insult/derogatory comment about race or sexual preference/or recommendation to a 'hottie' If you haven't guessed yet, I do prefer clean conversation and yes I take offence at being called 'queer'

Liam scratched the back of his head and grinned. ?You wouldn?t do that to me. I?m too adorable!? Jaudiar folded her arms and glared at him. Liam chuckled and jogged down the staircase. Siren looked up from the communication laptop and asked, ?So is the airspace clear?? Liam nodded, ?We?ve pulled everything on the roof to pieces. Tell Adam to feel free to come and get us and place me in a nice and comfortable intensive care unit somewhere?? A long sarcastic drawl, that could have only come from Adam, crackled in Liam?s headset. ?I was thinking more along the lines of a nice, white, padded cell somewhere?? ?Aha?ha?ha?? Liam replied. ?I?m warning you Adam?I [I]do[/I] have my MS1 back you know?? ~~~ Jaudiar peered over the balcony, pistol in hand. ?I wonder if I could whack him from up here.? She said to Rae. ?Not before me. I?ve got dibs.? Rae responded. ?I?ve got to get him back for constantly putting down Adam?honestly?Adam has enough to put up with without Liam riding on his case?? Jaudiar holstered her pistol and stuck out her hand to Rae. Confused, Rae took it. ?So,? Jaudiar said, ?we?re in agreement. If either of us feel the need to shoot him or otherwise, we?ll do it together?? Rae laughed and shook Jaudiar?s hand, ?Yup, deal, we?re in agreement.? ~~~ Twenty minutes away, over the dense jungle, a squad of helicopters flew towards the base.

Erm...unless there's another Liam on otaku...I noticed someone wants to corrupt my soul o.O!! *runs away screaming blue murder* :p ~~~~~ There are a bunch of people I'd love to meet in real life, but there really are too many to mention...what the hell..I'll give it a shot... James: So I could track him down for Harlequin o.O; Ken: Why? He's an awesome RPer and amusing to converse with on MSN (and other IM's) Gold_Angewomon: So I could give her the final copy of Eden (of course I need to [i]finish[/i] it first...but it's a minor detail...) Anti: so I could stick him with Ken and see what felonies would occur, o.O;; Raiha, Raquel, Sere, Deedlit: All awesome at RPG's and it'd be amusing to meet them in real life...(mind you they'd probably open the door and say 'AAAARGH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??' and then slam it in my face, but it'd be amusing none the less...) Rico: 'cos he's Rico...no explanation necessary... Anna: Because for some odd reason she want's to meet me. lol. Seriously there's probably some deep reason buried at the back of my head... Hm, I'm sure I left people out, but I cant think of the rest...if I haven't mentioned you, please PM me and send the reason why I'd want to meet you. (saves me the trouble ;) )

Isthanae shifted Katlina?s weight again. As he did so, more water made it?s way out of his breastplate armour. ?I don?t know what?s worse?? he said, ?being roasted alive in my armour or drowning in it.? He chuckled and lifted up Katlina. She gave a low tired moan and her head flopped to the side like a rag doll. ?Not one to travel is she?? Kenneth said. ?Mmm?? Isthanae?s eyes looked distant. He was thinking about something while his body walked on autopilot. ?I wonder?? he muttered. ?Wonder what?? ?Well you subconsciously tried to set me on fire- -I told you I was sorry- -I know that. What I?m trying to say is, if you can subconsciously burn me, can I do the opposite and heal her?? ?Well, you?re not doing the opposite are you?? Raven butted in. Isthanae waved his free hand to quieten her. Raven huffed and focused her intentions on ignoring him back. ?Kenneth,? Isthanae said, ?stop. I?m going to try something?? Kenneth raised an eyebrow but stopped anyway. Isthanae pulled Katlina to her feet, on which she swayed slightly. Isthanae held her by the shoulders, before she fell over, and concentrated. A burning sensation ran along his arms and escaped through his fingers. He opened his eyes, a slight haze was in the air, the tips of his fingers were still burning. He let go of Katlina?s shoulders and glanced at his hands. The tips were shiny, burns were forming on them?and then they were gone in a slight spark of gold light. ?Weird?? Isthanae muttered Katlina was standing on her feet. Albeit shakily, but she was standing under her own power and looking around as though everything gave her a massive migraine. Kenneth gave a low whistle. ?Pretty fancy light show there.? ?Ow?my head.? Katlina placed a hand on Kenneth?s shoulder and began rubbing her temple?s furiously. Once finished she stood on her own and said, ?so what now?? ?Erm?? Isthanae said. Kenneth spun Raven in front of Katlina and proclaimed, ?You talk to Raven.? ?Wha??? Raven stammered. Kenneth chuckled, dusted his hands and continued on his way. Isthanae shrugged and followed him shortly.

OOC: Ok, yes I know I stole my buddy at school's name, so beh. I won't be able to post until thursday though...long trip to Maryborough...least it's only overnight.... [i]Sign Up:[/i] [b]Passenger Name:[/b] Matt Thorpe [b]Description:[/b] 6ft, well built, brown/black hair...corcaision descent [b]Occupation:[/b] Representitive for multinational company [b]Any Luggage/Skills:[/b] suitcase with laptop and satellite uplink, plus the normal array of clothes etc [b]How you ended up wherever you ended up after the plane crash:[/b] He just..ended up there. Found himself alone and started looking for other people while dragging his backpack and suitcase around with him. [b]Companion (human/animal):[/b] neither

Orc, well [i]Rinalph[/i], ran his new name over and over in his mind. It was original, but he had the odd feeling that it would take a long while for him to learn how to pronounce it. He smiled to himself, it was somewhat pleasing to not have a collective generic name. He seated himself directly in front of the fire and gazed at the flames within. The fire here was different...pleasantly warm...not like the while hot green tinged magical flames that were there for only two purposes. To keep the air circulating through the mines and to smelt the crude iron ore. He rubbed his hands and sat with his back to the window. He glanced at Siren and Nepenthe. From the way they were looking at him they must have said something that he was supposed to respond to...but didn't... Grinning sheepishly he said, 'Sorry...wasn't paying attention...' Nepenthe shook her head and said, 'Never mind. I doubt I would have got a decent response anyway...' Rinalph gave a small smile and nodded, leaning forward in his seat and trying to remain out of the focus of attention. Which was really hard in any case. In his current human form, his armour sat oddly on his wiry frame and left him resembling a turtle with it's head to far out of it's shell. In his orcish form, like all orcs, he stuck out like a sore thumb in the open. Besides, any self respecting adventurer can't help but note the presence of an orc outside of their mines...you'd have to be stupid to not notice...

Liam nodded. Five minutes worth of jogging later and they were on the roof. Liam whistled at the proficient weaponry. ?It?s like something out of a video game,? he muttered as he ran a hand along one of the silkworm missiles, ?not even the Government uses this much defence?No wonder there hasn?t been a air team sent to blow this place up?you wouldn?t get two metres into this airspace before you were blown into a million bits?? Jaudiar inspected a particularly large calibre A-A gun. ?The question is,? she said, ?how are we to disarm all of it?? Liam glanced at the twenty odd missile turrets and the five or so A-A mounted guns. He groaned and said, ?we?re going to have to do it manually. With all this explosive firepower clustered together, there?s no way we can blow it up?? Jaudiar nodded and began wrenching the automatic A-A turret next to her. Liam focused his attention on the Silkworm missile. As he was unplugging it from the mains, a wave of ingenuity washed over his face. With added zeal he removed the nose off the missile and carefully wormed the explosive itself from the cradle. Jaudiar noticed what he was doing and hissed, ?what the hell do you think you?re doing? Are you insane? One false move and BOOM! No more us!? Liam didn?t respond. A second later and he was waving the explosive in her face. Grinning, he said, ?Hey, I suffer from Pirotechnomania! I can?t help but steal high powered explosives.? His face twisted into mock innocence, ?oops. Looks like you just found out why I?m never allowed on the missions involving nuclear weapons.? Jaudiar?s eyes narrowed as she said, ?there is no such disease?? Liam shrugged, still smiling, and repeated the process on the other turrets. Pretty soon he had quite an array of powerful explosives. When he had finished, half an hour later, Liam screwed up his face in mock concentration and began counting up the explosives at his feet. ?Hmm.? He said. ?Twenty gun turrets with four missiles each?each missile had a kilos worth...[I]no[/I] one and a half kilos worth of explosives?so that leaves me with a bomb weighing one hundred and twenty kilos.? Jaudiar kicked over the remaining A-A turret. As Liam had insisted on having the missile turrets left to him she had been left to completely decimate all of the machine gun turrets. As crude and pointless as it was, smashing up a heap of very expensive metal was rather a lot of fun. Jaudiar walked over to him and raised an eyebrow. ?You can?t carry all that you know.? ?Oh,? Liam replied, ?I don?t intend to. See that edge?? He pointed over the side of the roof, Jaudiar could just make out the parked hummers below. ?Well,? Liam continued, ?all we have to do is chuck this here pile of fireworks over the side and into them. I?m sure the lab would appreciate a large stockpile of missile explosives.? Jaudiar put two and two together and ended up with a vivid image of what would happen if you threw a hundred and twenty kilos of unstable explosives over a balcony. She tried to stop Liam, but his throw was already too far-gone. Her breath caught in her throat as the slowly rotating explosive hit the open back of the hummer?and didn?t explode? Liam looked at her quizzically, ?What? They need their detonator?s to explode. It?s plastic explosive, I might as well be throwing plasticine over the side.? Jaudiar faced him with a ?why didn?t you tell me, you are so dead? look. Liam replied with one of innocence. ?Hey,? he protested, ?I may be a pirotechnomaniac, but I?m certainly not stupid.?