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Yanick Champoux (38%)

Lee Watts (18%)

Josip Nað (17%)

Michel Lacombe (16%)

Dorian (4%)

goldkngt55 (3%)

Andrew Avila (2%)

Marten (1%)

Oliver (1%)

Part 4

Oliver (19/10/2001)

All her warning bells went of imedieately, screaming at her just to sit silently by, and let the man have his way. But when had she ever heeded those annoying bells? So, she turned, anger flaring on her face.

"Hey .... what the hell do you think you are doing? This was my freakin carriage, you can't just barge in here! Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Demuel couldn't help smiling. She was spluttering with anger, and on beautiful women that is always a turn-on. But this was not the time.

"Look," he yelled "I don't have all day. JUST GO!"

And he was right, he didn't have all day. Behind them, the Li Hallan guards had arrived, and they didn't hesistate. Without any warning, they began shooting.

His synapses fired as the wiring kicked in once more. The movement came naturally and without thinking. In almost freeze-frame, he saw the driver beeing hit in the back, and slowly, oh so very slowly, being thrown off the carriage by the impact. Demuel jumped, ignoring the searing pain in his leg, and in one fluid motion he had grabbed the reins from the disappearing driver and started the carriage. The bench at least acted as some sort of cover, otherwise he was a sitting duck. Splinters of wood were flying through the air. If he had been hit again, he hadn't noticed it yet. He just hoped she had had the wits to keep her pretty little head low.

As he turned a corner, he heard a scream of pain from the back seat.