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« Reply #60 on: February 03, 2010, 05:43:24 PM » |
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Lewis watched as Garrett's unconscious body went into convulsions. He withdrew a syringe from his pack, and unfastened his armor, removing it. He deftly pressed the needle into Garretts chest, and pressed the plunger, unloading the clear liquid into Garrett's body. Garretts heart rate began to beat at a somewhat normal speed again, and Lewis did his best to cover the slowly coagulating wounds. As he finished his task, he whispered, to no-one in particular "Wake the fuck up, ya little shit." Lewis closed his eyes for a minute and then looked to Spyke. "He'd better not just leave us here for some New Guy."
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I get knocked down, but I get up again, you're never gonna keep me down! - Chumbawumba - Tubthumping
"You spin me right 'round baby, right 'round... Rotors are good, Sir!" - Murdoc, The 'A'-Team
War. It is part of the Human condition.
For as long as Humanity has been able to take life, we have done so in the name of everything, from Lust, to Greed, to simple Psychotic rage.
And eventually, War will consume us all, and we will have no one to point the finger at but ourselves...
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Ringtail69
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« Reply #61 on: February 06, 2010, 04:11:09 AM » |
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"i dotn think he will sir, not if he knows whats good for him." spyke replies as he tries to joke to remove his nervousness about his comrades condition.
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« Reply #62 on: February 06, 2010, 04:27:41 AM » |
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The choppers skids touched the Tarmac and in that same moment, at least five Corpsmen were upon them, toting medical supplies and a metallic handled stretcher. Lewis helped transfer Garrett from the Helicopter to the stretcher, and informed the Corpsmen of the dose of Adrenaline that he'd given Garrett. The lead Corpsman, a Navy Senior Chief, nodded and assured him that they'd get him patched up. Another Corpsman, This time a Petty Officer, touched Dreyson's neck for six seconds and then lifted his head, shaking it. "Sorry Sargeant, He's gone." Lewis sat on the step attached to the LittleBirds skid, and just thought. He'd lost one man today, and almost lost another. 'I hate paperwork.' He'd been evaluated several times for Sec 8's for thought's like these, very detached. He stood again, and turned to spyke. "Get some R 'n R and something to eat. I'll join you in the Mess when I've got this paperwork done. An hour later, as per orders, James Roland Dreyson had died heroically in a HMMWV, manning the burning vehicles turret covering his squad, when it had been hit by an RPG rocket. He had died instantly. Far from the truth, too far. He had died in a helicopter, his throat slit, in agony. Lewis got up, his work at this table done, and headed to the Mess hall. Along his way, he dropped the neatly folded paper's in the Colonel's drop box, and soon was in the Mess, three slices of pizza and a Pepsi, or at least a close relative of it, on his tray. He found Spyke and sat down.
"So, when do you think the next New Guy's gonna transfer in?"
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Because Chickens are decent people! - George Carlin - More Napalm and Silly-Putty
I am pleased to offer Hot Death, in a variety of flavours.
I get knocked down, but I get up again, you're never gonna keep me down! - Chumbawumba - Tubthumping
"You spin me right 'round baby, right 'round... Rotors are good, Sir!" - Murdoc, The 'A'-Team
War. It is part of the Human condition.
For as long as Humanity has been able to take life, we have done so in the name of everything, from Lust, to Greed, to simple Psychotic rage.
And eventually, War will consume us all, and we will have no one to point the finger at but ourselves...
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« Reply #63 on: February 06, 2010, 09:41:32 PM » |
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"not sure sir, hopefully this one is a cat so he can use some of his extra lives to keep fighting." spyke says a he ate pizza as well and a real mountain dew that he had managed to get from a guy that smuggled it in
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« Reply #64 on: February 09, 2010, 02:00:51 AM » |
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Garrett woke up and looked around. Taking his surroundings in.
"W-Were back at base?"
He tried to sit up and wwas greeted with a sharp stab of pain in his back.
"FUCK!"
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« Reply #65 on: March 08, 2010, 09:27:36 AM » |
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Lewis took another bite of his Pizza, And looked around, Somehow expecting the New Guy to show up...
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Because Chickens are decent people! - George Carlin - More Napalm and Silly-Putty
I am pleased to offer Hot Death, in a variety of flavours.
I get knocked down, but I get up again, you're never gonna keep me down! - Chumbawumba - Tubthumping
"You spin me right 'round baby, right 'round... Rotors are good, Sir!" - Murdoc, The 'A'-Team
War. It is part of the Human condition.
For as long as Humanity has been able to take life, we have done so in the name of everything, from Lust, to Greed, to simple Psychotic rage.
And eventually, War will consume us all, and we will have no one to point the finger at but ourselves...
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« Reply #66 on: March 08, 2010, 02:11:58 PM » |
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Spyke finished eating and stood up, "well while you wait, im going to go and check on garret." spyke says and then throws away his trash and then heading over to the infirmary.
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« Reply #67 on: April 26, 2010, 04:16:31 AM » |
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kain walked into the a pizza parlor dressed in his fighing ss uniform holding a AK-47 and walks over to the counter and orders a pizza trying very hard not to look at the others in the pizza joint keeping his trigger finger at the ready incase things got ugly in a hurry while impationatly waiting for his pizza
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