Sam's Earth: Detroit

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Leeroy had learned his lesson.

Never, ever swap the memory cards on Jeimu's PlayStation 2. And don't hide the one that had all her DDR save games on it.

She'd sworn up a storm and then opened up a portal in the living room and kicked him through it. Now he was here, in a strange bar in a strange city. He didn't feel too concerned, Mu would bring him back when she decided he deserved to set foot on Newfoundland again.

But while he was here there was only one thing to do.

"What d'ye got fer beers, b'y?" he asked the bartender.

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The leatherclad woman looked at him from under her dyed purple forelock, then pointed to the list on a blackboard behind the bar.

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"Thanks," Leeroy grunted. "Guess I'll have a Budweiser."

It arrived, and he took a swig and almost gagged. The shabla stuff tasted like water. He sighed.

Mu, if you can hear me, I promise to never, ever do it again, he thought fervently.

Jeimu's laughter came through his mind almost immediately. You're going to stay right the $#@% there until I feel like you've had enough time to think on what you've done.

Yeah, but... but...

His mind was silent. She was ignoring him. He sighed again and took another swig of the horrible beer that probably wasn't worth the money he paid for it.

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The 'tender looked at him thoughtfully. "Where you from?"

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"Newfoundland," he muttered. "Where'm I at, anyway?"

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She quirked one drawn-on eyebrow. "Pete's bar."

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"And tha's where in the world, exactly?" He finished his first beer and motioned for another one.

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Now she gave him the, 'I think you've had enough' look and pretended she didn't see the request. "Detroit, Michigan."

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"Ah." Realizing that the bartender thought he was drunk beyond all belief he set a few American dollar bills on the bar and rose to leave.

"Thanks fer yer time, anyway," he said, pushing open the door and walking out into the chilly night.

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The area was dark and deserted, with a fine drizzle coming down and soaking the garbage that littered the alley he'd stepped out into.

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He pulled up the collar of his leather jacket and folded his arms across his chest in order to conserve warmth as he shuffled down the alley, his boots crunching on old flyers and broken beer bottles.

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Sam kicked the thing away from her, then whipped up the shotgun and let it have the blast full in the face, whirling and chambering another round into the magazine even before it had disinegrated. The other one hung back a bit, but the smell of the blood that flowed from a clawmark on the side of her face was too enticing and it sprang. Sam went down to one knee and blasted it too, then got to her feet and ran toward where the other one had dragged the girl, her eyes narrowed in determination.

The blond was still alive when she got there, but bug-eyed with terror.

"Bite it!" called Sam, reloading swiftly.

Frightened blue eyes rolled back and closed as the thing snarled at her and grasped the girl possesively.

-God, I could really use a little help here.- Sam wished for the knife that one of the others had knocked down the manhole earlier. She also wished that her muscles didn't feel made of water.

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He heard what souunded like a gunshot shatter the night and stiffened, pressing himself against the alley wall instinctively, and wishing that he had his Deece in hand.

What the fierfek was that? he wondered, rounding the corner and coming upon a very strange spectacle indeed.

A girl, wielding a shotgun, shooting at the mist. Except it wasn't exactly mist. Leeroy honestly couldn't see what she was shooting at, but it was there. He didn't know how he could tell, but he could. She screamed at her invisible assailants and reloaded her gun faster than anyone he'd ever seen before.

He crouched back against the wall, wondering if he should intervene when he was both unarmed and unable to see the things that were attacking.

Before he could come to a decision, the girl moved, and he saw another girl, this one a blond, cowering further back down the alley, who sat rigid with fear for a moment before falling unconscious.

He felt powerless to do anything. He wasn't even sure if he should speak. But judging by how the blond girl was slumped as though in mid-air, she was being held in such a way that if whatever it was was human, the gun girl should have a clear shot if she moved...

"T' yer left! He's open t' yer left!" He stood up and pointed. "Shoot 'im there!"

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Sam cursed herself for inattention and wondered how she'd missed the man, but forced herself to take three quick steps to the left. The thing lifted its head to look at her, and she scooped a broken bottle from the street and lobbed it as hard as she could.

It hit the hunter right between the eyes, and the thing howled and dropped the blond, getting her out of the way.

"Thanks, God." Sam blew it away, then stepped back and scanned the alley. Hunters ran in threes, but she'd been trained to never, EVER take Them for granted. She was aware of the man still watching, and of the blond whimpering and pulling herself up a wall, but didn't pay attention till she was sure there were no more threats.

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Leeroy looked around, listening intently to make sure no more invisible assailants were about, and then he decided to speak.

"What was that all about?" he asked.

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Sam glanced at him, then whirled and aimed the shotgun at his head as a Scavenger suddenly jumped on him and sank claws into his shoulder. "Close your eyes and cover them!"

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He felt something stab into his shoulder - actually, many things - and instinctively pitched forward a bit in an attempt to shake whatever it was off of him. On his way down he heard the girl shout something about closing his eyes, and saw her aiming a gun at his head.

He froze, with both hands over his eyes.

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His position made shooting the thing a little awkward. Sam ran forward to minimize the scatter, then pulled the trigger.

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He heard the gun go off, and felt the impact. Bits of what felt like dust and pebbles rained all over him.

Sinking to his knees, he only just became aware of the pain in his shoulder.

"Ow," he muttered to himself.

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Sam yanked an epi-pen out of her pocket and took the cap off with her teeth, then pushed the guy over and jabbed it hard into his thigh. He'd be dead from the Scavenger toxins in his system if she didn't get this into him fast enough. She watched him for a moment, then jerked her head up as sirens sounded in the distance.

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"Okay, what the fierfek'd you stab me wit'?" Leeroy asked angrily, sitting up. His heart was hammering in his chest. "Kinda..." he paused, trying to catch his breath, "... bad protocol t' medicate people wit'out tellin' 'em what yer doin' if they's conscious."

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"Norepinephrine," she said, glancing toward the sirens and seeing that the blond had bolted. "Adrenaline to combat the toxins from the claws." She turned back to him and looked into his eyes. "A trip to the hospital would be a good thing right now."

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"Claws? I didn' see no claws." He shivered. "An' where would I find me a hospital, b'y?"

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"I don't know." She stood. "I've got to go."

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"Like hell yer leavin' me here without some explanations."

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"Sorry." She turned and started toward the mouth of a connecting alley.