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They looked homeless, because they were.They'd been homeless for the last few hours. They stared endlessley at the small ring of sky a few feet above them, their freedom. Their captor. The street above buzzed with the wheels and horns and footsteps of the city. Individual conversations seemed to stand out from each other, he could hear them. One woman stood out to him most. So pretentious, talking about her career and her hair, her amazing boyfreind. He looked across to his companion. He looked as though he could hear the same obnoxious voice. Night would soon come,and then what. What if the manhole is simply re-covered? They'd tried to climb, to support each other and escape. It had just joined the host of mistakes for the day, lingering heavily over their heads. The city had eaten them... The smell of hotdogs trickled down through the open hole.It danced around the putrid hollow, dancing around hand in hand with the gristly stench of the sewers. How will anyone find them. So lost, this close to home. He could see the other, yelling at the top of his voice. He couldn't hear now, what happened in silence. No voices stood out. A van had stopped over the manhole and the cave blacked out. The man had risen and was approaching him. His face had crumpled under the pressure of fanatical rage. He was shouting in silence as his hand wrapped around his neck. Time raced past, a greasy wave of weight over his bones. Adrenaline lightning shot through him as a beam of light hit his face. Pure, unrelenting light... He could hear the muffled sound pf the truck through his helmet. Lonie was shining his spotlight in his face. "wake up dribble *******, night raid is on!" "CLEAR 1,2,3,4..." The gunners announcment delivered another shot of white fire to his flesh. With Lonie's hysterical laughter and the 58cal's own heart of fire beating right next to his ear for comfort, he went through his weapon checks exactly as a complete novice should, shaking and failing every stage. In this five second period he had glanced up again, just enough to take a memory imprint of Lonie's face, missing a portion of cheek. He was still grinning. Another charmonic patter of rounds doodled across the steel wings of the truck. This was it, brought to him by his own bravery as he straightened up over the truck's side panel and aimed at the end of his rifle. His gun was already firing by this point, and he was sure he hadn't pulled the trigger. The light had a voice this time. A voice of rotary blades and a chaingun building momentum, it almost seemed to be greeting him. "CLEAR 1,2,3,4..." He woke the next day, to the sun, not sure if it was dawn or dusk. It was warm. A chunk of shrapnel hit him in the face. "That s*** hit me in the face, I nearly ate it. I nearly ate lead! it's about time it came true ain't it?" He walked away, looking quite glad with himself. It wasn't lead. It was the outer casing of a land mine. "A gunship. that's what the light was. Lucky Canine was on the launcher, cus that thing spelt bloody mess, must've have been spitting about nie hundred rounds per minute" He likes to get technical sometimes. He was examining his new open-plan mouth in a slab of relentlessley polished steel. "Carl! Get up, get ready. We're moving in five!" There were no formalities in Diver company. A trait he'd gotten used to quite quickly. Diver company had become his family, disfuntional as it be, since they passed through his home town of Fort Redbarb a week back. He could have stayed, defended his home. Diver company stopped outside the church and called out only once, and started moving again. Carl had sprinted and dived to get on that last truck. The next day Fort Redbarb joined the rest of history as a forgotten memory. 1st gunner Lonie hot his nickname from a poorly written text to his 'girl back home'. Now he keeps his phone in his shoe, and his shoe on his foot. That was before Diver company became the army's 'dog on a long leash' unit. Carl had joined in just as the party was getting livley.

2012-01-30 19:10:00 Author: Unknown User

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Cool story bro

2012-01-30 23:14:00 Author: lark98-2 Posts: 116

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