But they are.
I remember that summer when me and Cin were always one day old. Never again.
You decide to check your leg out and see if you need to do any preventative maintenance for when you start moving again. Sure enough, it looks kind of jacked. It's cool though, you take a strip of fabric from your pants and tie it off to help keep stuff like swelling from getting worse and elevate it. It's really ****** work on your part, but field medicine always is. You're still hidden and you've still got a weapon, so you're not gonna bother yourself with worrying. You're way too hyped to nap so you reminisce on old missions and stories for a bit. This is the first time you've been scared of an opponent. You're one of the best and you know it, but after having this hole put in your leg, after seeing the state of that train, after seeing the way the blonde chick handled the big guy; you're wondering how much more luck you've got in reserve for this. You sigh to yourself. You're the only one who'd be thinking like this. Everyone else you know, would be focused on killing their way out or something. But that just isn't you, it seems. That boundless confidence isn't something you've ever really had in spite of everything. Welp, no way this could be as bad as Prague at least. Prague was basically the worst thing ever. You thought you'd never get used to that scar on your back. Trap just went off. You heard it. You know you heard it, someone's swearing in Russian now. Doesn't seem like whoever it was got the dead end of the stick. Miss Spetznaz? Yup, she's in the area. Swearing up a storm and looking for someone to shoot. Could she have tracked you so easily or was she tailing you from the start? Either way it's decision time. You should... [] Say hi. [] Stay hidden. [] Sneak away.
Your leg isn't up to running around looking for your partner in crime so you decide to hoof it solo. There's a large expanse of forest not far from the tracks, you should be able to use that to make some space. You don't brag, but you are basically the best at moving through forested and jungle areas out of any merc you've ever seen. You once carried a dying man ten miles through Brazilian rain forest and still managed to gain distance on your pursuers. Anyhow, you're making your way deeper into the woods now and doing all of the standard stuff to escape capture. You backtrack every so often and then go another route, you cover your tracks and create false disturbances by chucking rocks at low hanging branches a couple dozen feet away from your path. If anyone was following, they'd swear that three people entered this wood. It's been a good hour by this point and you haven't seen, nor heard a single thing that would indicate that you were being followed. You decide to back off your pace a bit since your leg is getting sore again. Easiest thing to do now would be find a foxhole dealie to hide yourself in for a break. Still, you're worried about the hot chick catching you, so you press on for a while longer. It's now been another hour and your leg is killing you. If you go any further, stitches will be popped. It's just as well because you've found a good place to stop for the time being. There's a nice little clearing with some saplings growing at the edges. You carve out a few spikes with your knife and set a few tripwire traps using some vine. It's unlikely to do much but alert you to someone's presence given that you're dealing with pros, but it can't be helped. You cover yourself in some moss and grass and lie as still as possible in the trunk of a dead tree. Your leg isn't gonna get much better from any short rest so you should... [] Come up with an ambush plan. [] Rest for a long time. [] Play it by ear.
check out the eye>doublethink about it>food>if all goes to plan, save
He got banned, dude.
My opinions of the series can be summed up as follows: DS9 = TNG > Voyager = Star Trek >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Enterprise
You decide that since they are still treating you well, you'd better make the most of it. Loser is talking at her again. She looks over yo you, as if pleading for death. You'll never admit it to a client or co-worker, but you're pretty much against killing women. Chivalry may be dead, but you just feel awkward about it is all. Like if it's in the midst of combat you'll go for the throat no questions asked, but if it's an execution or something, you're not going to take that route. It isn't right. A lot of the things you do aren't right to someone but to you, this is the line in the sand that you're just not willing to cross. Sour would deck you and then try to gut you if he heard this kind of talk. You could take him if he tried, but the idea of someone starting to look down on you for your own personal opinions is kind of agitating. Loser's still at it. You motion for him to stop. He looks at you quizzically and you assure him that everything is going to work out fine if he just shuts up for a second. He quiets down. You look directly at the Russian woman. She's younger than you thought, the training they go through ages them a bit, mostly the weathering on their skin, but if you look carefully she must be about your age if not younger. Her hair is just long enough to seem inconspicuous in a crowd and still be easy to get out of the way in a combat situation. She can tell you're trying to figure her out because she starts motioning to the American with her eyes and making a somewhat goofy expression that means, "Kill this chump." You shake your head and give her a pat on hers. It only serves to piss her off a bit, but whatever, she's kind of cute in her own GI Jane way. You finally get around to asking your first questions, all in English. Simple stuff like her name, age, three sizes, etc... Anything completely irrelevant and inane to see if she'll start talking with you. That's when it hits her. That's when she gets why you're sitting beside her and not Loser. You're also a prisoner for the moment. Good girl, catches on quick. Loser asks you if there's a point to continuing on like that, since it is kind of important that he at least try to get something out of her. That's when she clears her throat and starts taking with him. You can't be sure what's right and what's wrong, but she's clearly not telling him the whole truth. He does, however seem satisfied. Which is good because the train is beginning to slow. Loser looks at the door to the cabin, as if expecting his partner back. She's not there. You estimate about another couple minutes before it fully stops, but you're not gonna wait that long. You ask Loser if he heard something from outside the car, he says he didn't but he'd check it out himself if you'd be kind of enough to watch the prisoner. You silently pull out your knife and cut her bonds. You hand her your gun and tell her to follow your lead. She frowns and clearly considers just shooting you and going off on her own but reconsiders when Loser returns. He's got his gun readied and his eyes don't look like a dopey hick's anymore. He's on the clock now and he's killed people. You tell him that as kind as he's been, you have more important scheduling concerns to deal with and being detained by the US black ops isn't exactly going to help you get there any faster. He simply says that if you both drop your weapons and he'll let you off because everyone's stressed out. If you continue to resist, however, he'll be forced to shoot. You know that he's packing armor piercing rounds that your vest won't catch more than one or two of before crapping out. As you're pondering whether you should press your luck or not you hear a gunshot from behind you and you see Loser stumble backwards and take cover. Miss Spetznaz got a little trigger happy. No point crying of spilt milk, though; it's already been long enough for you to bail without dying and get some distance covered. So, you do exactly that. The back of the train might be more accessible, but in all honesty, you know that jumping out the window is cooler. You land on a grassy slope and roll a ways as you watch the train shrink away from you slowly. It'll be another forty seconds before it stops. You don't see Miss Spetznaz anywhere. You should... [] Look for her. [] Start moving. [] Find a place to hide.
srryitstillsux
save>names>inventory>get your bum ass to class>stay the fuck awake
I actually stopped during the long ass hiatus because I was like, "dis neber strting agen." Find out it starts again, goes, "whatev, get some reading buffer."
Splitty, hun, you is old.
Murderface VonReinhardt
Up to date since before the animu hit. Still afeared of clowns.
yosrryitsux
NEW GAME
Just good to know you are well.
luv
Are you okay?
