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Post by Jack Malloy on Apr 17, 2009 16:13:19 GMT
Malloy frowned even more as Svernic's messages came through quickly, one shortly after the other, this had all gone to hell. Raising the radio once more, he tried to think what to do.
"First and foremost, who the fuck is this 'guy'!? If someone doesn't clue me in very quickly, I may be forced to shoot someone to set an example." It seemed a ludicrous, angry threat, and it was the latter - but not in any way without seriousness. His voice positively dripped with hostility, fed up with this shit.
"I'm staying here until someone throws me a fucking bone about what's going on. Until then, I'm not moving - and if I don't get some answers quickly, I'll leave you both to the goodamn Infected." He half considered just doing exactly that, cutting out back to the Police Station, leaving them to either fight their own ways out or die. But he'd wait, for now.
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 17, 2009 16:52:50 GMT
Clicking on the one frequency Svernic sent Jack the message #i dont know who he is, but he and the doc have history, something about a necklace, hes a dog lover as well#
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Post by Jack Malloy on Apr 17, 2009 19:35:50 GMT
He'd almost given up on them both, out there in the Park beyond his comprehension or ability to offer assistance. Not that he may have helped them, even if they'd been in the street ahead. But Svernic's information actually aggravated him more than helped this situation. Malloy swore violently, the curse loud in the sudden still silence of the street.
All he hoped was that neither Jill or Svernic had let their guard down, or that this 'dog lover' had recognised his voice over the radio. There was only one goddamn dog loving survivor he could think of, particularly one who could offer some kind of threat. He answered the radio message, detuning slightly and making his voice gruffer to try and camouflage his voice.
"Svernic, stay with Jill. Keep an eye on the guy, and bring him back to me - in one piece, preferably, but don't waste your lives saving him, eh? Get that medicine quickly, and get your arses back out here." He clicked off, half hoping the Infected would get all three and remove all his problems.
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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 26, 2009 10:34:49 GMT
#"Ill see what I can do."#
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Post by Jack Malloy on Apr 27, 2009 19:23:50 GMT
Jack Malloy sighed deeply. This was ridiculous, why couldn't life just be easy? There was nothing he could do now however, so he just shook his head, and hunkered down on the roof, lying down on his back and placing an arm under his head. Thumbing the volume on the radio up, so it would be loud enough to be easily audible should anyone deign to signal him, he let his eyes drift shut.
No harm in a little sleep. Those useless bastards in the Park shouldn't be too long, and at least wake him up with a status report - and it would take one helluva determined Infected to get up top here with him.
He wasn't completely taken by that idea, however. Jack lifted the handgun, laying it on his chest, then let the eyelids close again. A little nap.....
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