Jake And The Chrononauts
Feb 18th, 2010 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Jake, the only remaining Chrononaut, skated to a stop on top of the telephone pole. He was out of bullets, and his knife had broken off in the helicopter propeller. Percival still clung to his back, but using the three-toed sloth as a weapon would be too risky, not to mention politically incorrect.
I never should have dropped that alligator.
The Baskerville hounds blocked his escape. The Redcoats advanced with precise timing, firing shots every five paces. And the Voodoo priestess was still alive, hiding somewhere in the catacombs.
Jake finally conceded trusting the Hitler clone had been a mistake.
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