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 Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 7:07 pm
Grayson watched Virgil curiously. "You ok/" He whispered. He leane din closer. "Are you sure you didn't get hit? I can look at that for ya." He reached for Virgil to try and help. Somthing seemed off.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 7:13 pm
Virgil reached out, grabbing Grayson's wrist a little harder than he meant to and quickly let go "I'm fine, just a... just a stomach ache. Seeing the guys shot like that." Once he had the spade repositioned, Virgil hastily tucked his shirt back into his pants "really, I've fine."
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 7:17 pm
Grayson drew his hand back. "I played poker with you.. Your hideing somthing." Grayson pointed out bluntly. "but you never do anything without a good reason.. So I'll let it be for now."
They were getting close to the camp after a while and Roy got ready for their men to jump out at them. They were pretty good at guarding the path in.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 7:28 pm
Virgil rolled his eyes "and you know I can't bluff for s**t." Keeping a hand on his stomach, Virgil let out a sign of relief when they neared the camp. "I don't say anything about your pickpocketing habits Grayson, I don't need you saying anything my bodily functions."
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 7:39 pm
Grayson laughed. "Deal."
Roy parked the truck and some of the men moved in to take the prisoner and secure him.
Roy headed for the tent they all shared and sat down. He didn't want to think about anything right now nore be asked questions. He just shot and killed their own men. He knew he wouldn't even be able to sleep that night.
Damian waited for Grayson and Virgil to get out of the back of the truck. He smiled up at the men. "I can fix." He smiled.
"So your a mechanic huh? Thats handy." He roughed up the boy's hair. "You hungry Virg? I'll forcefeed Harper." He smirked.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 8:01 pm
Virgil stepped out of the truck "sounds great, but I gotta restock my ammo, I'll meet you guys in the mess when I'm done." Virgil headed off into the camp towards the Armory and started reloading clips and magazines, making sure he had the right number of grenades, fully loaded rifle, machine gun, both pistols. "Good, everything is topped off." Instead of going to the mess to meet up with Grayson, Virgil went to his tent and closed it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 8:36 pm
Damian seemed to take well to the other soldiers. Impressed them all when he took apart a Mouzer in less than a minute and put it back together.
Grayson felt it safe to leave the kid there and go get Harper and Virgil.
He would let Harper stew a bit longer. Serves him right.
He walked over to Virgil's tent and pulled open the flap and walked in. What the hey, they were all guys all had the same parts....
Grayson froze, eyes wide. Those didn't belong on a man.
He quickly turned his back to Virgila nd slapped the tent flap shut but was still inside.
"Are you nuts?!' He asked in a hurried raised whisper. "They will shoot you!" He hissed. His face was red and he was trying to replay memories of working with Virgil. There was nothing that gave any hint to this. Not that he noticed.
"Oh dear lord... You... You gotta cover up. I... I'm sorry. What the hell were you thinking?" He turned to scolde him/her but spun around instead. "Dammit!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 8:50 pm
Virginia's face went beat red and quickly wrapped her shirt back around her chest, causing the spade to drop down "shoot me? If anyone finds out about this, the only person that will be shot is you!" Turning her back to Richard, she fixed her shirt and tucked it back into her pants "goddammit, of all the bullshit ways to be caught... If anyone finds out about me, I swear to god, Grayson."
Her face still red, Virginia reached down to pick up the spade and placed it back into her shirt. "What the hell do you want, what are you doing in here?" She asked furiously in a hushed tone, her mind going into over driver as she tried to think of a way to talk Grayson into thinking what he saw was just a trick, but he got an eye full of her... chest, and being that most men in the army rarely see a women in weeks, Virginia doubted that Grayson would easily forget the sight.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 9:02 pm
"Uhhh. Food.. I came.. To get you to eat.. Some food." He rubbed the back of his neck, stills taring at the tent flap. "They will courtmarshal you and you know for impersonating a man in the millitery they might shoot or hang you Virgil!" He turned around to look at her. Really look at her. "We have to keep your ..." He gestired with his hands at her bidy. "Secret a secret. We can't let anyone eles know your a... I can't even tell Roy." He groaned. "Thats it. I'll do what I can to make sure no one finds out." He nodded his head.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 9:13 pm
Virginia crossed her arms over her chest, getting the feeling that Richard was still looking at her "no s**t Sherlock, I've kept this a secret the day I signed up for the Army, and it was working just great until you barged into my tent." Her cheeks still flushed, Virginia sat on her cot and rubbed her eyes "you just keep your mouth shut, that's all you need to do. Do anything more, and I won't be court marshaled for impersonating a man, it'll be for murder."
Stepping past Richard, Virgil stepped out of his tent and went to the mess hall, as angry and embarrassed that he was, he was more hungry, once he got a tray of food, he picked a table in the corner and ate his lunch by himself.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 9:37 pm
Roy had managed to make it to the mess tent and spotted Virgil in the corner. He walked over silently and sat down. He really didn't care if Virgil was mad at him, at least Virgil would be quiet about it. Grayson was mouthy and would ramble on for hours.
He glanced over to see Grayson was a bit flustered over somthing but otherwise eating with the kid at another table.
Roy shrugged it off for now. He glanced at virgil seeing he was a bit flustered as well. Again not his place to question. He just kept eating.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 9:47 pm
Virgil ate silently as Richard came to sit down, he gave the man a quick glare before his attention shifted to Roy "so did we get the right guy, was he the VIP?" Still a bit flustered by the previous situation, Virgil tried to get something else on his mind.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 9:58 pm
Roy nodded.
Damian took a seat beside Virgil and began to tinker with a radio one of the men had given him to fix. Seemed the kid liked to fix things and was a natural at it.
Grayson fussed with his food and kept looking at Virgil. It was as if his eyes were drawn to him.
Roy grunted and elbowed his friend. He had a feeling that Grayson finally caught on. This wasn't going to be let go of any time soon.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 10:23 pm
Virgil gave a sigh "well at least it wasn't a complete waste of time." He looked up at and glared at Richard again when he noticed he was staring "can I help you with something, Grayson? If not, quit staring, you're going to burn a hole in my head." Virgil shook his head in annoyance and looked back to Roy "you know if we're going to go back out into the field yet?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 10:32 pm
Roy shrugged. He elbowed Grayson again who finally looked down at his food.
Letting out a deep sigh Roy looked at virgil. Gave the knowing look that he had Virgil figured out a while back but never said a word. He then glanced at Grayson again and rolled his eyes.
Grayson looked up at Roy and frowned. "You already figured it out?" He then pouted. He felt so stupid now.
Damian was far too wraped up in the radio. He smiled as he flicked the switch and it came on. He felt good about being able to fix it.
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