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Jason "Tech" Landon ([info]thisismyweapon) wrote,
@ 2011-09-07 21:52:00


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Home in Louisiana once agan
After their trip to the prison, Jason was happy that he and Sammy were pulling up to Gran's place to spend some time. He loved his old home, but damn if he didn't love it more because Sammy was with him. Gran met them out on the back porch and smiled, looking spry for a woman who'd had a heart a attack just a year ago.

"Hi, Gran! I brought your favorite secret agent to see you again." Jason grins, going to get their bags.

"I see that, Jason. Be a dear and handle the luggage while I work on getting this poor girl fed. Sammy, you look like skin and bones." Gran frets.

Jason tries not to laugh, giving Sammy an "I-told-you-so" look.


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[info]thisismyweapon
2011-12-22 12:08 am UTC (link)
The doors are locked, but that doesn't stop their assailants. The butt of a rifle smashes through both the driver's and passenger's side windows and smashes Jason in the side of his head with a sickening crunch and he's rendered unconscious instantly with blood flowing from his temple.


Another gunman aims a taser at Sammy from the passenger's side door and fires.

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[info]sammyfury
2012-01-02 03:26 am UTC (link)
Caught between Jason and the steering wheel, disoriented by the interruption, Sammy couldn't pull it together long enough to stop time. She reached for the gun she'd left back at the Landon house.

Her last thought before the taser prongs hit her was that she would never, ever be unarmed again.

Her body slumped against the driver's door. Broken glass stuck in the frame cut her face in several places.

Without a word, the attackers removed the unconscious bodies from the vehicle, taking care not to damage them further. They were bundled into another transport. At no time did any of them lower their guard.

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