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 Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 10:20 pm
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The brisk air was pretty refreshing as Ethan moved quickly to his destination. A strong jog would get him there fast. It had been a while since Ethan last was on a mission with Timothy, and he had a strange sense euphoria about himself. Perhaps it was Blanche's personality. He was a great, smart man. Perhaps it was his sense command on the battlefield. Timothy had a unique ability to raise the morale of his troops in even the worst of situations. He was one of the few people Wynterfield had no problems taking commands from.
The factory was close enough now for Ethan to see one of the men in the windows. He raised his FAMAS in the air, hoping he'd be recognized, and not shot at, and, fortunetly, they weren't.
Ethan and Kaleb were let in by someone neither of recognized initially, but then again, they weren't especially good with remembering faces.
Kaleb began to load his Franchi SPAS 12 while Ethan walked around Looking for Blanche. He had two belts of twelve gauge shells, as well as Colt M4 Carbine QCBR in 5.56mm NATO, and a Beretta 92FS 9mm. After reloading, he took position at a front window, switching to his Carbine, saving his shotgun for any lucky enough to make it inside. Or unlucky enough?
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 9:31 pm
(( Just so ya'll know I'm out of town tomorrow. No internet or anything because I'll be at an amusement/water park. Fun stuff.
Don't have time/energy to make a worthwhile post and I've been trying to think of something all day sweatdrop
I'll try tomorrow. Okay, OOC rant over.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 11:28 am
It was mid-day, hot and dry, the hills were silent and some what peaceful. This peace could only last for a moment, a faint yell could be heard, gun fire, then silence. Another man could be seen running, running out of a nearby cave. Almost instantly he was shot, he lunged his chest forward as the bullet exits, he falls to his knees, then collapses to the dry earth. "You all see what happens when you want to earn a little money on the side?" said a tall man, he hid his face in the shadows. He stood up from his simple lawn chair and lit a himself a cigar. He picked up a nearby AK-47 and started to walk up and down the line of men, looking each one of them in the eye. Shaken with fear each one stared foward, paying no mind to his presence. He stopped at one of the youngest men and stared him down. "You married boy?" he asked in a deep and dark voice.
"N...no sir." he replied
"Hmmmm, no family back home, no one to support?"
He gulpped and replied, "No sir."
"So there should be no reason for you here, why would you want a lil extra money? You beleave that my organization is a dark one, dark enough that you would sell out your own brothers?!" he began to shout and tossed him the gun. "Be a good solider and rid yourself of this terrible group of men, go on, kill us all." The boy stood there shaking, overwhelmed by fear. He dropped the gun and began to cry. "See boy, you need us. Without this group of men, you're just a lonely farmer." The man turned his head to the guards, stepped aside and gave them a nod. "You must be punished for your wrongful acts."
"Sir please n...." before the words could finish leaving his mouth, he was torn to pieces by a mighty wall of gunfire.
"Get rid of his body," as the men dragged his body off he turned to the others, " If you plan to try and destroy this organization, don't return for more information. We know your every move, your every fault, we are gods to you and you have no choice but to obey or die." he threw is cigar to the ground and stomped it out. "You are all free to go, don't make any more mistakes."
As the men left the cave, a whistle was heard and 40 to 50 men sprang up from the hills and began to pick off each and every traitor. "What's the current status of London?" the tall man asked as he sat back down behind his desk and lit another cigar.
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