RE: SeaWyrm's Talon Exercises
11-17-2012, 05:11 AM
"Bombs away, I guess. What say you?"
"It's about what she deserves, I guess," said Edward with a shrug.
"Right-o. On three?"
"I guess."
The two men lifted Ruth and began to swing her, ignoring her muffled protests and useless struggles. Her hands were securely tied.
"One - two - THREE!"
With that, they hurled her over the edge of the observation deck into roughly 200 feet of empty void.
"That does it, I guess," said Charles, brushing his hands briskly together.
"I should think so," said Edward, retrieving his stovepipe hat. The two men began to climb the ladder back into the dirigible.
Only to come face first with the cold barrel of a revolver.
"I do say," said Edward, "would you get that thing off my face? It's frigid."
"Yes," said Charles from below him on the ladder, "it's quite capable of shooting him from a range, you know. There's no need for actual physical contact."
"I'm afraid I can't take that chance," said Dr. Zamboni from behind his mask. "Now, go back down the ladder and tell me where Ruth is. I need to talk with her."
"Then you're out of luck, I guess," said Charles. "We've killed her."
"Have you?" said Ruth. Dr. Zamboni turned around, only to meet the stiletto heel of Ruth's left shoe.
"We must've screwed up somehow, I guess," said Edward, slightly puzzled.
"Not at all," said Ruth, "you merely underestimated me. Lots of men do. But I caught a tow-line between my knees, cut off my bindings on a mooring hook, and, well, here I am. It was a good try."
"We'll have to do it the old fashioned way instead, I guess," said Charles, picking up Dr. Zamboni's revolver from where it had fallen at the base of the ladder.
"I don't think so," said Ruth. She slammed the hatch shut and pulled the release lever, severing the observation deck from the rest of the dirigible.
"Nice knowing you, boys," said Ruth, wrapping her fox fur flippantly over her shoulder.
Suddenly, a shot rang out! Fortunately for all involved characters, it was several miles away, just on the other side of the Alaskan border, and had nothing to do with the story.
Oh god, a minute left? Okay, well, the blimp began to lose helium. Ruth hurried to rouse the doctor, as he was the only one who could repair it, but she was too late - it crashed and exploded.
---15 Mins---
"It's about what she deserves, I guess," said Edward with a shrug.
"Right-o. On three?"
"I guess."
The two men lifted Ruth and began to swing her, ignoring her muffled protests and useless struggles. Her hands were securely tied.
"One - two - THREE!"
With that, they hurled her over the edge of the observation deck into roughly 200 feet of empty void.
"That does it, I guess," said Charles, brushing his hands briskly together.
"I should think so," said Edward, retrieving his stovepipe hat. The two men began to climb the ladder back into the dirigible.
Only to come face first with the cold barrel of a revolver.
"I do say," said Edward, "would you get that thing off my face? It's frigid."
"Yes," said Charles from below him on the ladder, "it's quite capable of shooting him from a range, you know. There's no need for actual physical contact."
"I'm afraid I can't take that chance," said Dr. Zamboni from behind his mask. "Now, go back down the ladder and tell me where Ruth is. I need to talk with her."
"Then you're out of luck, I guess," said Charles. "We've killed her."
"Have you?" said Ruth. Dr. Zamboni turned around, only to meet the stiletto heel of Ruth's left shoe.
"We must've screwed up somehow, I guess," said Edward, slightly puzzled.
"Not at all," said Ruth, "you merely underestimated me. Lots of men do. But I caught a tow-line between my knees, cut off my bindings on a mooring hook, and, well, here I am. It was a good try."
"We'll have to do it the old fashioned way instead, I guess," said Charles, picking up Dr. Zamboni's revolver from where it had fallen at the base of the ladder.
"I don't think so," said Ruth. She slammed the hatch shut and pulled the release lever, severing the observation deck from the rest of the dirigible.
"Nice knowing you, boys," said Ruth, wrapping her fox fur flippantly over her shoulder.
Suddenly, a shot rang out! Fortunately for all involved characters, it was several miles away, just on the other side of the Alaskan border, and had nothing to do with the story.
Oh god, a minute left? Okay, well, the blimp began to lose helium. Ruth hurried to rouse the doctor, as he was the only one who could repair it, but she was too late - it crashed and exploded.
---15 Mins---