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Post by God on Jul 14, 2014 10:20:15 GMT -7
"The problem is, this mission is supposed to be top secret."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2014 10:46:35 GMT -7
"Well my island the fact that I'm a sea creature is supposed to be secret too." She said defensively.
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Post by God on Jul 14, 2014 11:03:48 GMT -7
"Then it's a deal," Patricia said, and beckoned the team back to their camp site.
"I'd like to remain behind, if I may," Nasty requested.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2014 11:09:23 GMT -7
Christine looked at Nasty. "But I will be human after two months and back to work." She said. Her hand reached up and she played with her necklace. "Do you have another name besides Nasty?" She asked.
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Post by God on Jul 14, 2014 11:12:48 GMT -7
He chuckled. "Nicholas Grundle, and I'm technically reserve. When I'm not on this mission, I work for a security consulting firm."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2014 11:36:46 GMT -7
She nodded. "My name is Christine Undine. I sing opera." She told him. "Thankyou for helping me." .
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Post by God on Jul 14, 2014 11:43:49 GMT -7
He shook his head. "I'm crazy like that. Saving dolphins, dogs, cats, you name it."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2014 11:48:03 GMT -7
Christine nodded and looked up as the light began to die. She smiled up at the stars. "I am known to be unlucky." She said softly.
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Post by God on Jul 14, 2014 11:50:52 GMT -7
"We're known for taking Mr. Murphy into account." He grinned. "Night under the stars on a tropical beach with a beautiful lady, and only the possibility of bloodthirsty terrorists 200 miles away."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2014 15:44:07 GMT -7
She walked to the ocean and willed her mermaid self to come back. She needed consistent two months in this form to keep alive. Her head turned to him as the sarong floated to the surface. "You know sailors have their own stories about mermaids."
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Post by God on Jul 14, 2014 15:51:09 GMT -7
He chuckled. He was still wearing his wetsuit, and swam out to the rock. "Oh, I know. How you sing them into submission and then rape them? You can't rape the willing, and there's no-one hornier than a SEAL."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2014 16:11:15 GMT -7
She looked at him. "That's odd. Because it is normally the seamen who rape us. Most stories are the mermaids singing men to their deaths." She moved from one side of the rock to the other. "Then there are stories about how mermaids become bound to the seaman when they steal their comb."
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Post by God on Jul 14, 2014 16:17:54 GMT -7
He looks down at his belt and pulls the comb out. "Shit. I didn't know about that one. Here." He held it out to her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2014 16:26:26 GMT -7
She looked at him curiously and took it. "I didn't notice you taking it." She said putting her hair up with the comb. "For all I know it could've fallen out and you picked it up. Not stealing it."
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Post by God on Jul 14, 2014 16:29:09 GMT -7
"Well, Navy SEALs are world-class scavengers and sneak-thieves." He winked.
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