by Brnin8r » Thu Dec 17, 2009 12:00 pm
Greg thought it over a bit, "Sounds good enough. I'll toss and lead the charge, follow behind me." he detached a flashbang, pulled the pin and tossed it; waiting outside the room until the short explosion happened. Several girl yells were heard, "Now." Greg said as he charged, instantly two girls were down. There were several at the computer stations and some more up on the rafters presumably making repairs and diagnostics.
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The boy looked confused, "Well we sent you here as a black ops sniper. Your mission was to stay and destroy any girls attempting to scout here. Trouble is we never heard back from you. Maybe your radio had died, maybe our frequency had changed and we didn't contact you, or maybe you had been taken by the girls and we were about to see several of our boys sniped...until we heard you were still terrorizing them. The council assumed you had gone rogue and started killing girls for kicks since you never reported in. We could never find you since it was a black ops and to connect you to one of our bases would mean an instant retaliation from the girls. They don't like you." he laughed a little as he kicked a piece of debris, "As for the boy, he had heard of your situation, kind of a quiet one; good aim, but he had come out here looking for you as far as I knew. Seems he was getting close and someone confused him for you. I don't know quite how you'll manage to find the truck or the base they took him to. But these are the last coordinates from his radio before they blew it to hell." from the coordinates Chris already knew it was a potential route to three girls' fortresses.
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The room around Charlie seemed fuzzy, like there wasn't a sure up or down and colors seemed to blend in here and there as he opened his eyes. The room was a garishly pink thing and there was a dresser on the opposite wall near the foot of his bed. His bed was remarkably soft and comfy and he was almost tempted to go back to sleep if it weren't for the fact that he was in captivity by the girls. He also realized there were no windows, only the soft light from a pink tinted bulb on the ceiling. It wasn't long before he realized he was out of his uniform and his leg had been healed. If he were to check the wound he might be distracted by the frilly, pink nighty they had placed him in while he slept.
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