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| POLLWHORE |
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 Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 6:40 pm
((You know, I have to apologize for two things.
First of all, I'm logging to eat. I'll be back though.
Second, I'm kinda guiding you through this initial thing, kinda forcing you down alleyways and not giving a lot of options. I just kinda gotta run an introduction to give you a faint idea of what's going on before I just let you run loose. Make sense?))
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 6:44 pm
"I mean a long range one. Snipe-y. Not an automatic," Devin clarified. "Bolt action anything would be my preferred one. Then pistols. Then automatics."
((S'fine.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 6:51 pm
"You better get used to using carbines at long ranges on single fire, man," Paul told him.
((No action yet!
I haven't eaten yet either, because my brother is bragging about his college scores!
No, not the one Paul is based off of. My other brother.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 6:56 pm
"I can do those no problem," Devin answered. "I don't like them as much, dunno why, but I'm better with them than pistols, I'd say."
((What'd he get?
Because I was disappointed with a 2170 SAT. Asian Fail there ._.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 7:00 pm
((Oh, that's not what he's bragging about. He's in BYU, and he already has so many course hours he's listed as a sophomore.
He joined this fall.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 7:17 pm
((Oh, god, he goes to Mormonland?))
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 7:21 pm
(('Tis the truth, but that makes sense, since we're Mormon. *shrug* I'm really terrible at it around here, too.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 7:22 pm
((I have a friend who's Mormon who will not shut up about going to BYU. So, if that makes my response more logical... yeah. Now you know.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 9:10 pm
Jack looked at the mans uniform. "********!" he shouted. He started cursing and shouting in Russian. He heard a voice he recognized. "Paul I think this....this was my old unit." He told him. He read the doors. He kicked in the fourth door and swiped his MP5SD3 around the room, killing two personnel.
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 9:42 am
((Haha, okay. It really does sound like a pretty nice place, long as you don't mind the high standards. My brother's havin' a great ol' time.))
The Authorized Personnel door lead into a room with just the two persons (in the same uniform) that Jack had killed. What Jack was beginning to realize was this was not his old unit, but... the one on the left, that was someone he had known. Had that person been reassigned?
Paul followed Jack in. "Try to keep on single fire, eh?" he told him, also looking to Lito to check that worked.
Now there were three doors, one on each wall. These ones, however, were not marked. They were all closed. The door on the left had voices who sounded like they were having a party, and the door on the right had voices who sounded like they were probably sending out a distress signal or a report on the assault of some variety. The one straight ahead had no voices behind it.
Wed April 18, 2012
1255 Hours
Heavy Rain
Garabetian
Del Rosario
Price
McCulloch
Cortez
Ryan
Gurlovich
Tanner
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 12:06 pm
Lito pointed at himself and Jack, then at the door on the right. Next, to Devin and Paul, for the middle door. The rest were obviously to burst in on the left.
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 12:45 pm
Devin slid up to the middle door.
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 4:08 pm
Jack nodded and stacked up on the door to the left side, ready to open. He slid his hand across his neck and shook his head. Don't kill them. Than he mimed a gun, unless they shoot.
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 4:27 pm
Lito shook his head and shrugged, then pointed at his eyes. We'll see.
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 5:31 pm
Paul looked back at Jack with an eyebrow cocked - basically, what? No promises. He joined with Devin on the door, and the three men in full suit-up went to the left door. They counted down from three, and broke open their respective doors.
Shocked sounds and UMP gunfire came from the left door as the commandos disappeared within.
Devin and Paul opened the door to... my gosh, a pit. A dark, dark, deep, deep pit. It was lucky they didn't rush in.
Jack and Lito opened their door to a little room with a table and some sort of communication device. The three men, all in the same Spetznaz uniforms, leapt up and scrambled for AKS-74Us.
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