15 - Little Furries
A little later mami arrived with aeron and the crate in her hands, walking carefully. she placed it in a corner of the shed and the cat sniffed around but stayed in the crate. 'looks like she approves of this place.' mami said.
Worlds Apart - Chapter Sixteen
He glanced at a crate labeled 'e-i-c-2137' and whistled. "but where you fucked up, you really fucked up." dan didn't bother defending his mistake. "yeah, well... if i'm gonna fuck up, i try to fuck up as big as possible." he nodded toward the crate.
Worlds Apart - Chapter Twenty One
Clay's muffled voice struggled to reach dan from where the child was buried, in the middle of a neatly stacked row of crates.
The Beginning of a New Race: Chapter Two
Even if this third was the farthest from the original location of the medical crate, i thought that i should have come across something by now.
The Human Species Ch.98 - Love: Intimacy vs. Isolation
Lucario remained still for a moment before letting his head fall on the crate again. as if it could possibly be any more obvious.
Dangers Unveiled
_ alastair opened a random assortment of crates in the room and was met with similar results. all had variable amounts of military supplies and equipment.
3:22 Endgame
Pulling back slowly, he rammed his solid kneecap into the crate. the force of his knee sent the crate into the support beam he was cuffed around, causing the aged wood to creak and snap.
Feeding
Oh, she wanted more of them, all the more treats, sniffling and snuffling at the edge of the crate as if she, so very hopefully, may have hoped that she missed one.
To Be A Slave
They had to carry crates down this slippery thing? he cursed. looking into the cargo hold as a large akita slid a crate out for the others to take. an akita.
The Tale Of Lyncelia - Chapter 4
_if i can manage to slowly move through the boxes and crates, i just might be able to make it back to the window that we came in from._ he thought, slowly inching further from the door under the cover of the stacked crates. "move in!
Diary of the ODST
Walking out into the courtyard he looked around, seeing a mixture of odst and marines rushing about and a group of officers gathered around a radio set on a nearby ammo crate.
Trixi the clown ch. 2
He stared down at the weapon crates, beaten, battered, and scratched with crowbars and hammers. they pulled all the stops to get the high-security crate open. the security guards stood there shamed.