*Val rubs his eye and picks up the bullet on the ground. he trists the cap and ejects a three inch long blade. he slices from just above his eyebrow to his cheekbone as deep as he can. he laughs*
ha! I'm me again!
*he wraps a shirt around his head and continues working out*
Clan of the Lonesome Pines - Obsidian Century *Centurion Swift Walker watched as the camp was disassembled and the trench refilled. During their break, sufficient wood had been collected that a wagon was in the process of being created. Four wheels, axles and the basic flat had the timbers for their new tower (presently disassembled) stored atop along with other sundries. As the Forester found more wood suitable for harvest, it would take better shape.* <If that trench isn't refilled in quick time, some of you supposed warriors will be harnessed up to the wagon and start pulling.> *With the threat of being treated like a mere female, shovels dug deeper and earth moved faster and the trench was soon refilled and the rampart gone. Sod was replaced and the clear ground was restored to a scared but pastoral existence.* *The Forester checked and approved of the work.* <Water break and then we move out! So, either drink it or find a tree and release it.> *The Century finally assembles and is back on the march.*
*The man in the cell has a shirt over his left eye. there is alot of blood on that side of his face as well as on his chest. he throws one of the expensive wine bottles into the cell door bars.*
if that was Vodka, I would have brought a hell of alot more boot!
(Boot=Boot Camp)
*he drops to the floor and starts doing pushups. even for a military man he seems extremely fit. the room smells of cigars and sweat. there is a stack of virtually untouched porno mags on a small card table.*
now give an update on my suicide mission!
Wow, val. do you really think he's gonna listen with that attitude.
me? of course not! I never thought the private would try and come in here. so, where is the gas you were talking about?
its anthrax. and it should be in my room. if you fuck up and I die so help me g-
hey! its my body too remember? your going to have to take control again to install this shit into your armor. your precautions are going to be the death of us.
if I remember your the one who blew up those jeeps. and your portail of me was horribe! I dont fight that bad!
*Val smiles and hides the knife from the bullet in his palm.* you coulda' fooled me.
*Val smiles as he walks up behind him. he holds up the knife slightly but decides against it. he goes through the cell door. after knocking the both gaurds out with a jab to a nervous cluster and a sleeper hold he slams the door to the cell shut, locking the mechanism. he looks in and smiles*
I'll be right back, boot, keep the room warm for me.
*A few minutes later he comes back holding a large bag. he opens the door and walks in*
I suggest you take the magazines and close the door behind you. anthrax can be pretty deadly.
*The man smiles and starts taking things out of the bag.*
*jason wipes the sweat from his brow and places all his equipment with a "Caution: Anthrax" sign on top of it on the floor in the oposite side of the room*
well, if I die tonight at least I'll know I'm no good with anthrax.
*Jason lays down against the wall and falls into the sandman's grasp*
