"What are you doing here?"

*Everybody notices me and charges after me* "Ohh crap."

(Jimmy's ran away) "My arm. My arm..." *shows bleeding arm*

"Brandon, you'll be okay. Uh..." *looks around for something to use*

"Here!" *throws a roll of medical wrap at Sydney*

*starts bandaging Brandon's arm*

"When did you girls get here. I thought they had this place surrounded." *looks up* "He must have been bluffing."

"Or he has it surrounded now."

"Someone check a window." *looks around* "He wanted the launch codes. I almost gave it to him."

"For what?" *check window* "I was right."

"So they are... we should probably get out of here."

"Brandon" *hesitates* "Do you have another...bomb?" *turns worried*

"I don't have any bombs. Only the knowledge of the launch codes."

"What are the launch codes for?"

"Missiles." *looks up* "I stole them from the Russians."

"So...they're Russian missiles under your launch codes? Are they of major importance?"

"We're talking about missiles here." *looks at arm* "How's my arm doing?"

"Your arm's alright. Just pressure on it. And some missiles aren't of major importance."

"Well these are of importance. We should probably destroy them."

"Okay. How do we get out?"

*As all the people charge at me, I slash each one of them*

"No idea." *stands up* "I only have 1 usable arm."

"I will admit, whoever this guy is, he pretty smart. Now the has the guys he wants and two others that he could use to his advantage."

*notices an opening at the top of the roof* "Look!" *points at the opening*

"Brandon, can you get up there?"

*Throws dead bodies out the window*

"I think so." *tries crawling out* *falls*

"Hmm.. Too much blood in this building. Gotta burn it down!" *Lights a match*

"Are you okay?" *helps him up*

"I've been better." *looks up* "I don't even think this is my arm." *checks for certain marks* "Ok nevermind it is."

"A reattached limb may need some time to respond normally."

"Well how do we get out?" *smashes window* "Well they're out there." *picks up a book on the shelf* *writes something down* *throws it out the window*

"Did you just give them the launch codes?"

"Yeah what DID you write in that book?"

"Brandon?" *looks worriedly at him*

"No. It's a note." *tries to find console* *book flies back into window* *reads book* "Excellent."

"Okay?"

"I got them to let us go." *goes to console* "I threatened to launch."

"I will meet you outside." *jumps out of a window and gets a couple of scratches from the broken glass*

"I guess we can walk out?"

"She probably shouldn't have jumped out." *grabs button* "This is what they're afraid of." *quickly walks out*

*hides*

*follows* "Hey, I'm glad you're okay."

"Yeah. I'm glad your alright too." *holds button*

*holds up a knife-gun* "Hey, this could be useful..."

"What the hell is that?" *points at strange object Mika's holding*

*Lays down peacefully and sheathes knife*

"Well. Isn't it obvious? It's a gun with a knife built in it."

"Not from here it isn't."

*Glowing around body stops* "uhh"

"Mika, please be careful."

"That knife posessed me... I shall never hold it again."

*whispers to Sydney* "I don't really trust her with that."

*Walks to beach and relaxes*

"Me neither. But you guys didn't trust me with weapons."

(Lead me to you people, people!) *Waves just barely skim my toes and I get a tingling feeling*

(Temporary character June) *sees young man alone* "Are you okay?"

"Yes" *Lying* "Why do you ask?"

"There was an explosion at an apartment complex."

*hands the strange looking gun to Brandon* "I'm not that good with weapons...."

Sydney: "Alright then."

June: "Were you a victim?"

*Shivers* "Uhh uhh.." *sweats* "Pff no."

"Something about Russians. Oh and there were some survivors: Some commander in the Canadian military, a girl who was really pessistic and cries, and some really opmitistic kid."

"I didn't even hear of it..."

"You want to go check it out with me?"

"I'm good with weapons. It looks Russian." *checks out knives* "In pretty good condition." *looks at Russians* "Give us a vehicle and we won't press the button."

"You always going to threaten them aren't you, Brandon?"

"It's the only way we'll get out of here alive." *takes keys*

*gets in*

*follows*

"Where to?"

"Okay fine."

June: "Yay! Come on!" *heads to apartment complex*

*Follows*

June:*arrives at apartment complex*

"Anywhere." *drives off* "How far away do you think we are?"

Sydney: "Not sure."

June: *starts conversing with Russians*

"Let's see if anything is on..." *turns on news radio*

NEWS GUY: "A new follow-up...2 girls and a guy are on the lose that are wanted by the police department. Only one name has been recalled by the police as the name of Brandon."

*looks in shock at Brandon and Sydney*

Sydney: "Great." *sacrastic*

June: "You want to help me track down some people?"

"Well we don't want these Russians chasing us anymore." *presses button*

Sydney: "What specifically does that buttom do?"

"Watch." *missiles launch* *explode on building*

"That's so cool!"

"Sure."

"Well let's get outta here!"

Sydney: "So we're safe for the most part?"

June: *hops in a truck*

*Hops in there* "Soo.. where we going?"

June: "We're going to track down 3 people: a Brandon; his girlfriend, Cindy; and some girl named, Mikey. Sorry, I never caught your name."

To Brandon:"Well...now what?"

To June: "Mika. That's what everybody calls me."

*Stutters at the names* "err umm.. Jason..." *grows cold*

Sydney: "I'm not too sure, Mika."

June: "I'm June, Juney, or Junebug. Whichever you prefer. You seemed a little shocked at the names. Why is that?"

(Pichu, June has no clue who you are. She has never met you in her life)

"Errr... I think... I don't even know if I should tell you.. er."

June: "I won't hurt them if you know them."

"Well.. Idk if I want them dead or alive.."

"I'm hoping we're safe." *sees blastwave* "Oh no..." *speeds up* "Hold on to something!"

June: "Well make a descision fast."

Sydney: *crouches down and hold on to seat*

*blastwave hits* *tries steering it in the right course* "Ahhhh!" *steers it back on course* "Whew..."

Sydney: "Is everyone okay?"

"I'm alright. Are you and Mika alright?"

"I'm fine."