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There was a moment of clarity. A sparkular gleam, refracting a rainbow of hope, then a subsonic dropout as Tucker squeezed. A white hot beam of dynamic IM spewed from that magnificent weapon. The arcing white light of a 6(a) notice lit the sky. It hit the SIV’s main margin tank and blew a great hole in it. The liquidity exploded, fanning arcing sparks of magnesium glitter into the sky. They hovered for a moment, congealed into balls of liquid lightening, then zapped out, like targeted missiles, connecting to the barrels ofthe other irregulars: first Swart, then Chipper, then Tucker, then Frenchie then the squibs whipsawed at the tree trunk, slashing here, snapping there as if feeling for Bundie and his ISDA. | There was a moment of clarity. A sparkular gleam, refracting a rainbow of hope, then a subsonic dropout as Tucker squeezed. A white hot beam of dynamic IM spewed from that magnificent weapon. The arcing white light of a 6(a) notice lit the sky. It hit the SIV’s main margin tank and blew a great hole in it. The liquidity exploded, fanning arcing sparks of magnesium glitter into the sky. They hovered for a moment, congealed into balls of liquid lightening, then zapped out, like targeted missiles, connecting to the barrels ofthe other irregulars: first Swart, then Chipper, then Tucker, then Frenchie then the squibs whipsawed at the tree trunk, slashing here, snapping there as if feeling for Bundie and his ISDA. | ||
Bundie threw his back against the trunk. The lads — battle seasoned warriors all — stood looking at their weapons in mute curiosity | Bundie threw his back against the trunk. The lads — battle seasoned warriors all — stood looking at their weapons in mute curiosity, this curious St avitus dance hypnotising them, while the margin cash flew out of their ammo tanks. | ||
Bundie knitted his brow. Somehow, the SIV had reversed the usual flow of energy and was drawing pools of liquidity, great firehoses if the stuff, into the siv. | |||
What a it doing? Why? | |||
Frenchie stood staring, in puzzlement, at this odd spectacle, a writhing tongue of lightning gripping on to his master. Frenchie has not seen it, but the levels in his cash tank were dropping like a stone | Frenchie stood staring, in puzzlement, at this odd spectacle, a writhing tongue of lightning gripping on to his master. Frenchie has not seen it, but the levels in his cash tank were dropping like a stone | ||