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Post by G-Nation on Apr 6, 2010 19:25:50 GMT -5
  It was a dark night with a calm sky and not a cloud in sight. The climate was warm with a light cool breeze in the air. The desert mountainous environment of a military compound was a plateau of rocks and dirt. The compound was called Fort Patriot and was secured by an electric fence combined with wraps of barbwire.   Each corner of the compound featured a tower with spots lights attached to the railings along with mounted machine guns. Military personal patrolled the towers as the entrance of the compound contained a sliding gate protected by military personnel armed with assault rifles. The large gate slide open as a semi truck pulled in carrying a tanker carrier full of fresh drinking water.   The inside of the compound was shaped in a square and divided into four quadrants. Quadrant One was named Negative-Positive and served as a campsite for civilians. Quadrant Two was named Positive-Positive and was for military personnel. Quadrant Three and Four were the combined Quadrants of Negative-Negative and Positive-Negative and acted as the Medical and Emergency Storage of supplies. Also, vehicles, food, weapons and munitions where stored here.   The semi parked near a water pressurizer and two men exited the vehicle and began attaching cables from the tanker to a large pump. The pump looked like a dome and cycled water throughout the compound.   At the rear of the compound past the fence was a large pit. It was a hole dug deep and filled with dead and decaying corpses. Trails of blood lead from the pit and surrounded the compound.   Within the walls of the compound many people were gathered around a wooden stage and podium. Standing on the stage was a tank of a man with a large build of muscle. He was a soldier dressed in combat boots and M81 patterned camouflage cargo pants. A black tactical vest was secured across his chest with many of the pouches filled with M4 magazines. His dark brown hair was short and covered with green war helmet. His brown eyes looked upon the two dozen or more people before him.   Most of the people in the crowd were civilians armed with pistols and blunt weapons. Several other military personnel were patrolling from behind.   The hulking of a man shouted out. His voice was loud and the people focused their attention on him as he spoke because he was the Commander of The Patriots. Colonel David Micheal Batista, the leading man within the compound.   “Listen up people” he said with his voice projecting so everyone could hear. “We have no further updates about the biological infection that is occurring. Our Team of scientists has lost contact with us and our superiors in Washington. There was an attack on the White House. President Johnston managed to escape. Unfortunately his daughter has been missing for several days. It is believed that she is trapped within halls of her high school. We’ve got intel that her rare genetic condition could be key in stopping this outbreak.”   The crowd of people grew loud and discussed amongst themselves. The people were scared and terrified of the horrors that waited beyond the gates of the compound. No one at this point knew the cause of this viral outbreak, but it was certain that this infectious virus was causing people to become feral. People that were dead had risen from their graves to spread their disease onto others through bites and scratches. The virus had appeared not to be airborne but infection occurred through contact with mixed blood.   Long enough exposure to infected blood could even turn people feral. Most of the compound’s medical team were either dead or sick. The Patriots leading medical officer Dakarai Jelani code named Crush was an African Doctor who specializes in medicine and the study of viruses and sickness. He was able to learn about the virus and has not yet found a way to counter or reverse the effects of turning.   Batista eyed the audience filled with soldiers and civilians and continued his speech. “We have already lost so many lives. If we don’t act, we’ll lose more. I know this compound serves as a safe haven for what is out there, I won’t order anyone to risk their life on the streets. What I do ask of each and everyone of you is to survive and help one another. I’ll will be going on this mission to find the Presidents daughter to see if her DNA really can be used as a cure. What I need is some volunteers to company me. Are their any takers?”   Chatter amongst the people formulated as they discussed their options and weighted the pro and cons. Some of the military personal lowered their heads and divided eye contact with the Colonel. Some people even got up and walked away.
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Post by orobos on Apr 15, 2010 14:11:24 GMT -5
  A middle-aged man and a much younger woman sat on a log at the back of the audience. They had been listening to the Colonel speak and watching the reactions of the people in the crowd. The man was dressed in country-western wear with a large guitar case strapped to his back. He stood up from the log and raised his cowboy hat. He looked at the people of the audience as the crowd gradually became silent.   “The names Jareth Toral” he introduced himself as. “And I volunteer.” His voice was smooth, yet powerful. The young woman of eighteen was a friend of Jareth named KiiKoe who appeared to be quiet and shy.
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Post by snowkitt on Apr 15, 2010 17:06:58 GMT -5
  As Jareth stood he began to walk through the crowd to get closer to the stage. Kiikoe was dressed in white sundress that was paired white-heeled stilettos and white pantyhose. Strapped to her thighs were some sort of bladed daggers. Her short whitish-silver hair dangled in front of her face as moved further back behind some crates.   She felt a little insecure as she took cover attempting to become invisible. She watched carefully as her friend pushed himself through the crowd. She wondered what Jareth was getting himself involved with. KiiKoe was severely wanting to test out her skills in the field and hoped to join the expedition too. She wanted to help rescue the child as well but was not as forthcoming as Jareth.
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Post by G-Nation on Apr 17, 2010 8:32:15 GMT -5
  Batista glanced down at Jareth Toral as he stood at the edge of the stage. He was much smaller than the Colonel but had just as much fight in him as the muscle head himself.   Despite being in his late twenties or early thirties, Batista just seen a kid when looking at Jareth.   “Are you sure you want to do this kid?" Batista asked. "I don't think you know what your getting into. Fort Patriot is the only thing keeping those infectious mutated creatures from eating your flesh. I applaud you for volunteering, you got spirit.”   Batista noticed the guitar case strapped to his back. “Out there is no place for a guitar. Can you even play?”
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Post by orobos on Apr 17, 2010 9:13:43 GMT -5
  Jareth rolled his eyes. “No” he said swinging the case from his back and placing on the stage. “I can’t play it worth a damn. Since we will be fighting together, I’ll let you have a look. He unbuckled the hinges on the case and opened the lid. The contents inside revealed a customized Sniper Riffle surrounded by grooves with pistols tucked into the fabric of the case.
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Post by snowkitt on Apr 17, 2010 10:10:30 GMT -5
  By this time KiiKoe had brought herself near the front of the stage. She felt slightly intimidated by the behemoth size of Batista, but she still managed to stand straight and show no fear. She was glad he was an Allie and would have hated to fight a foe of that size. She glared at him as he walked off the stage. She looked over at Jareth who was speaking to another soldier.   KiiKoe moved towards Jareth almost as if she was walking on her tip toes. Despite being in heels she was extremely quiet with her steps. As she made her way behind Jareth, she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight as if he was her meat shield. She poked her head out and watched the soldier. Curiosity formed as she remained quiet looking at the soldier.
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Post by G-Nation on Apr 21, 2010 18:50:11 GMT -5
  The soldier was Hank Hamilton and he was one of The Patriots. He was best known by his callsign BareFoot. He was a scout and the point-man of the group. He was dressed in woodland camouflage of capri like cargo pants, tactical vest and balaclava. KiiKoe noticed and could help but wonder why he was not wearing boots or shoes. He just stood speaking with Jareth as he stood in his bare feet on the uneven surface of rock and dirt.   BareFoot admired the riffle looking at it. “Very nice, LongShot is going to like you.” He said referring to the callsign of Laurissa Taylor who served as The Patriots Sniper and Sharpshooter. She was a Scottish woman that was exceptionally good at shooting from long distances.   “I like bows myself, no noise and ammo can be retrieved. But that is just me. Pretty clever to use a guitar case for weapon storage. Most would never expect that.”   Barefoot glared at KiiKoe who he noticed was very clingy towards Jareth. “Whose this?” Barefoot asked. “Is she with you?”
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Post by snowkitt on Apr 21, 2010 19:23:27 GMT -5
  Kiikoe stepped out from behind Jareth as she was spotted. She gave her head a slight nod. “My name is KiiKoe Sauriianne” she said. “But most know me as Kii.” She stood up tall and looked over BareFoot’s appearance. Her white hair somewhat blocked her gray eyes and she maintained serious look upon her face.
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Post by orobos on Apr 21, 2010 19:48:22 GMT -5
  “Yeah, she is with me” Jareth replied after closing the guitar case and strapping it to his back.
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Post by TheMaskedStranger on Apr 22, 2010 21:39:06 GMT -5
  An African American man by the Erick was a military contractor who had served time in a variety of outfits. He was dressed in all black night op gear and was observing the compound from the nearby mountains. He was resting on a boulder with binoculars. He could see past the electric barbwire fence into the compound. He examined the soldiers on their patrol routes and came to the conclusion that they were not hostile.   Not taking any chances, Erick turned his attention away from the compound along the road to a canopy flatbed truck loaded with munitions. As the truck grew closer, Erick activated a device on his right wrist. It appeared as a small square box served as a cloaking device. When turned on, the light around Erick began to bend creating an illusion of transparency.   Nearly invisible Erick slide down the mountain, timing it just right to land on the truck. He climbed into the back to find a soldier sleeping with his helmet over his face. He would ride in the vehicle straight to the compound right past the gates. Once inside he would blend in with the various people seeking shelter within the compound.   As the truck stopped in the base of the compound Erick climbed out and stealthily moved around the compound. Still cloaked he avoided the attention of the people occupying the compound. Only after a few moments of wondering Erick found himself near the tent of the people he had been watching. He positioned himself behind some wooden crates and observed the people.
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Post by G-Nation on May 2, 2010 13:35:03 GMT -5
  “Well Kil” BearFoot said softly. “This will be dangerous for the both of you.” BearGoot eyed Kil and shifted his attention to Jareth before looking back at Kil. "Batista is a good leader. He hates seeing murder and innocent people hurt. He saw too much of that violence as a child. He would really hate himself if he took you and something bad happen to you."
  Batista returned to the tent. He was hauling two large green military cases over his shoulders. He placed them on the ground infront of BareFoot and opened them. The contents revealed a cache of weaponry mostly consisting of firearms. Batista grabbed an M4, Tactical SMG, Colt 45, and a FRENZI 12 Gague Shot and strapped them to his Tactical Vest.   BareFoot scrimmaged through the weapons moving the other pistols and machines guns aside. He spotted a Chinese Repeating Crossbow with pull lever and automatic reload magazine. BareFoot hung the crossbow on his back and dug further into the cases. He found two more crossbows, the William Tell and Little Joe. He lifted them up and examined each one.   “Yeah, this will work" BearFoot noted admiring them. He placed them on the loops of his combat vest. “ What do you fancy Kil?”
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Post by snowkitt on May 2, 2010 14:28:00 GMT -5
  Kii was watching carefully as the men selected their weapons. She looked at the containers of weapons wondering which gun she could handle best. She was almost zoned out having seen the largest pile of weapons she laid eyes on.   “We’ll sir” she lingered at BareFoot. “I’m not really sure. I’ve only fired a gun a few times.” She wrapped her hands behind her legs and withdrew some daggers. They had engraving through their blade and some of the grooves contained dried blood. The tips were pointed and extremely sharp. She twirled them around in her hands. “I prefer the use of these.” She hung to the black handles tightly and let them dangle from her sides. “Oh, and the name is pronounced Kii not Kil. It is like the key to unlock stuff, but spelt differently.”
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Post by G-Nation on May 2, 2010 16:23:22 GMT -5
  BareFoot nodded while Batista seemed to be irritated. Looking down at Kii he grunted, “We’ve got a mission. You shouldn’t be messing around.”   BareFoot nudged Batista and gestured for him to relax. To no avail Batista just pulled the M4 Assault Riffle off his back and slapped a magazine in before cocking the firing mechanism. He shrugged his shoulder and turned away from them walking away.   BareFoot shook his head a little. Reaching into the pile of guns he pulled two M9 Berettas handguns and passed them to Kii who slipped her daggers into their holsters. She accepted the handguns looking at them for a moment before placing them in the bands around her legs near the daggers.   “Two nine-millimeters ought to do it. They carry more ammunition than 45’s but offer less of a punch.” BareFoot said as he glanced at Kii’s daggers. “I don’t mean to be rude. Those are nice blades, but I wouldn’t recommend using them on these infected. The virus can be spread through contact with blood. It is not as effective as a bite or scratch, but still posses a risk. Eliminate from at least a range of two meters, that oughta keep you safe.” BareFoot took a look at Jareth. “You’ll have no problems with your arsenal.”   Batista come back in a hurry. “Enough talk” he interrupted. "I'm not a babysitter. My forty years of battle experience has taught me to survive. I cannot order you because your not my men. Jareth, Kii, if you follow me, I need you to trust my guidance. I will not have any casualties on my hands."   Batista marched out the tent with a hand gesture instructing the others to follow. The four moved in unison and headed to a truck. They were ready to leave the compound of the cowards who did not want to fight. Batista was honorable that was why he choose to help those who did not fight. He protected the innocent and sheltered them, even if they didn’t deserve it.   Little did any of them realize was that Erick was following them.
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Post by orobos on May 3, 2010 6:07:23 GMT -5
  Jareth slowly made his way around towards Kii. He was barely listening to the drama unfold around him. He placed a comforting hand on the shoulder of Kii. He gave it a light supportive squeeze while they approached the truck.   Jareth stayed close to Kii whispering, “Are you sure you want to do this? I don't want you to get hurt. You haven't used guns.”
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Post by snowkitt on May 3, 2010 6:32:04 GMT -5
  “Stop worrying” she replied. “You sound like my father or something… I will be fine… Besides, if I can’t shoot, I definitely can outsmart them.” A smile filled her face. “I’ll show that Batista guy I’m better than he thinks. I’ll show you both I’m not one to underestimate.”   Kii swiftly shrugged her shoulder and moved to the other side of Jareth avoiding his hand. “And please” she said in-between a voice of annoyed and angry, “you know I hate being touched.”
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Post by orobos on May 4, 2010 6:10:08 GMT -5
  Jareth just smiled allowing Kii to have it her way. "Killing is the most fun a person could have.” He said this with a smooth happy tone to his voice. "And you know I don't underestimate you. I just don't want you hurting yourself by getting in over your head."   Jareth looked forward glaring at Batista who guided them towards an armored military vehicle. It was a Hummer painted a matte finish of an olive color. Jareth hunched over and continued to whisper at Kii. “That Batista fellow might be a bit of a jerk. Because you are so young, I think you'll impress him by remembering to breath. Just wait till he sees what you actually can do." Jareth straightened his back and chuckled.
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Post by TheMaskedStranger on May 4, 2010 12:57:46 GMT -5
  Erick followed the group from a distance remaining cloaked and invisible to the naked eye. Erick began to think to himself. “Looks like Batista’s new recruits are rookies, minor assets in this war. They under estimate his better judgement and knowledge.” He thought about how foolish it was that the girl had brought knives to fight the forces of hell. He figured bladed weapons were not the correct tool for this specific task.   Erick knew that Batista had much more experience in eliminating these rotten flesh eaters and that he was the best way ensure survival. Erick could not contemplate why Jareth and Kii could want to be involved in this ordeal.   As the Team of Batista, BareFoot, Jareth, and Kii entered the armored vehicle, Erick tactical as he was carefully positioned himself under the vehicle. He grabbed ahold of the under carriage and pressed himself tightly up the bottom of the vehicle avoiding any moving parts.   He was unsure where they were heading but prayed it was a short and smooth ride. Although he knew he was more than likely going to get banged up because the compound was located in a rocky dessert. As soon as they reach the city limits it would be a much easier ride.
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Post by G-Nation on May 11, 2010 16:52:11 GMT -5
  The vehicle drove across the rocky and sandy dessert with Batista behind the wheel. BareFoot sat in the passenger seat as Jareth and Kii sat in the back. The Hummer featured large tires with bladed spikes on the rims and a M-60 machine gun was mounted on the roof with a hatch for person to use as a gunner.   The ride was bumpy enough with chunks dirt and rock spewing from the ground as the vehicle accelerated through the dessert environment. Erick grunted as debris struck him causing him to lose grip with one of his arms. His arm briefly dragged along the ground and quickly reestablished his grip. He would have proximately an hour ride until the good paced roads of the city would become his best friend.
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Post by snowkitt on May 13, 2010 8:15:46 GMT -5
  Kii watched as Barefoot climbed up into the machine gun mount. Her eyes filled with curiosity as she slightly followed peeking her through the hatch while he loaded the chain bullets into the weapon. She had not since a gun of that size with a string of bullets. Several ammo boxes just under the gunner stand featured rolls of the bullets all ready to be fed through the machine gun. Kii stabilized herself as the bums in the road caused her to shift around on the vehicle.
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Post by orobos on May 15, 2010 9:39:48 GMT -5
  Jareth showed no interest in the large machine gun. Instead he focused on holding his guitar case. He reclined in his seat relaxing with his case between his legs. His eyes roamed the around the interior of the hummer and watched as Kii examined everything. He had to admit that her curiosity over some things was cute. It was like she was a little kid. Looking the window Jareth beyond the wasteland of sand he could see the city on the horizon.
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Post by TheMaskedStranger on May 15, 2010 11:39:57 GMT -5
  Erick continued to grunt as rocks whipped across hit his back. It almost felt like he was being stoned. He held on tight as he kept his eyes squinted to avoid the dirt from irritating them.
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Post by G-Nation on May 16, 2010 6:44:54 GMT -5
  The Hummer continued to accelerate towards the city. The sky soon turned dark as the daylight slowly disappeared into night. Within the city limits crowds of infected collected around various parts of the city. Approaching the city, the Hummer came across a small horde.   Batista continued to drive ploughing the infected as she drove into them. With the large scoop attached to the front bumper it was easy to knock the infected around without sustaining damage to the vehicle. The spikes on the rims and the large powerful tires crushed anything that came into contact with. A single infected was pulled beneath the tires and torn in half.
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Post by snowkitt on May 17, 2010 8:21:56 GMT -5
Kii climbed up next to BareFoot in the gunner seat and clung onto the seat to receive a better view. Looking at BareFoot she had a good feeling about him. From her point of view, he was not as mean as Batista and wasn't as parenting as Jareth. Kii kinda admired BareFoot although she was extremely shy. It took her a few minutes before getting the courage to speak to him. “Excuse me sir” she said awkwardly as he gave her his attention. “Could you… possibly train me… To use a gun efficiently?” She paused between every few words not completely sure what to say. “I does not have to be this exact moment…” She continued. “Perhaps when we stop.”   BareFoot had been a Hunter and Tracker most of his life and used his abilities as a professional reconnoiter for The Patriots. Although his weapon of choice was usually a bow with arrows he began with shotguns and riffles before mastering his craft. He nodded his head gesturing that he would give her some insight and training.
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Post by orobos on May 19, 2010 18:37:33 GMT -5
  Jareth kinda sneered overhearing the conversation. He attempted to sit comfortably relaxing as if this uncomfortable road trip was nothing. He was a little worried heading into a city festered with infected. Looking out his window he could see the smeared blood painting the road red. Leaning towards Batista he began to ask some questions.   “Hey Batista, what do you think was the cause of this virus? And I mean really, not just what your superiors told you? Was it intentional or a complete fuck up?"
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Post by G-Nation on May 23, 2010 7:50:59 GMT -5
  Batista was extremely cautious keeping his eyes focused on the road. Every so often he would quickly glance into each of the mirrors. He was completely observant as he did not want to become surrounded by infected. He was almost hesitant to answer Jareth’s question.   “Despite my high level military clearance, the Brass has chosen to withhold any information regarding the virus. What little intel we have, The Patriots have gathered solely on our own. Although, we are soldiers acting on instinct we still but follow the chain of command. I have to believe that my superiors will inform us.”   Batista was only trying to be optimistic, for it had been months since he heard from any military operations. It was even longer since this virus first appeared. It was strange that out of nowhere, he was contracted by the President of the United States to under go the mission of rescuing his teenage daughter.   The current chaos of the World left Batista mostly skeptical as most government structures had already collapsed. Only very few remained intact and operated for mankind. Batista had seen militaries turn on each other over the foolish of things. Fortunately for him and his team, his military presence stayed strong and true.   Why else would Batista turn his own Military Compound into a safe haven for survivors? Batista understood the risks of war as he briefly thought about his past. His family was destroyed by war and he was a child soldier not given a choice. Now, he fought for people to have that choice. He believed that even through the madness of this virus he must do the right thing.   “I assume” Batista said continuing to talk with Jareth, “that this virus is a fuck up. I would personally put a bullet in the head of any madman that would unleash such a thing… But honestly, I do not know.”   The gas gauge in the vehicle began to flash and read low. Aside from alcohol and tobacco, fuel was an extremely valuable resource. Unfortunately it was becoming a much more limited resource as it was getting much harder to obtain.   Luck must have been on their side because they managed to reach the city and a gas station happened to be nearby. Hopefully some fuel remained. The Hummer pulled up to the stations pumps and parked. The area was quiet and abandoned. Their wasn’t much destruction as the gas station was mostly intact. Only a few broken out windows and a smashed in door. It was definitely not a last stand, however someone or something had been through here. The blood scattered throughout the grounds of the gas station was somewhat fresh.   Everyone exited the vehicle and looked around. Batista indicated to Jareth to try fueling the Hummer. He nodded and tried his luck with the fuel pumps. They appeared to be dry. Batista gripped his custom suppressed M4 with grenade launcher and tactical scope and light and began walking away.   “We’re are you going?” BareFoot called out.   “Going to have a quick look around. Remain with them.” Batista moved around the compounds of the gas station searching for anything useful.   Jareth leaned against the side of the Hummer. “No fuel.” He called out. “Pumps are dry.”   BareFoot turned his attention towards Kii as she was the last one to leave the vehicle. She looked up into the sky watching the slow transition from day to night. It was dusk and the daylight was slowly vanishing all while dark storm clouds rolled in. It was going to rain at some point because the temperature began to drop.   “Looks like the perfect time for some training.” BareFoot told Kii. The young lady smiled and was somewhat happy as she was eager to learn. BareFoot informed Kii about gun safety and showed her all the components of a handgun.   After explaining the basics it was as time for a test trial. BareFoot placed some empty soda bottles on top of a dumpster by the wall of the Gas Station.
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Post by TheMaskedStranger on Jun 4, 2010 17:53:50 GMT -5
  Erick remained quiet and observed from the bottom of the vehicle. Having a quick glaze he recognized location of the Gas Station. The City was not far at all.
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Post by snowkitt on Jun 11, 2010 17:57:39 GMT -5
  A serious look formed on Kii's face. She looked over to BareFoot with admiration in her eyes. She was glad he is was willing to take time in training her shot. She tilt her head to one side so the wind could catch her bangs moving them from her eyesight. She pulled out the pistols from the straps on her thighs. Staring at the bottles, she memorized their position in her mind.   Pulling both pistols up to eye level, she pulled the trigger on each one firing two bullets at the group of targets. Each bullet strikes a bottle shattering it. Spreading her arms out she shot each pistol again. Another bottle broke, while the other rattled as she had just missed it.
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Post by G-Nation on Jun 30, 2010 14:28:45 GMT -5
  “Not bad" BearFoot chuckled, “for your first shot... There may not be a whole lot of time, but I'll give you some tips.” BearFoot was cut short by Batista who dropped a cherry can by the Hummer's gas tank.   “Fill the tank.” Batista ordered. BearFoot picked the can up and unscrewed the cap of the Hummer's tank and removed the lid off the can. Batista eyed the lonely bottle. "Missed" Batista muttered shrugging his shoulders. "Keep your eyes in sight of the gun. Aim not only with mind but with the eyes. Line your sight down the barrel. When you see your target the size of a melon, fire... I'm afraid this is not like a Hollywood movie. You just can't shoot and hit your target."
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Post by snowkitt on Jul 6, 2010 3:06:13 GMT -5
  Kii couldn't help but roll her eyes at him as she saluted him mockingly. "Aye aye Sir!" She said with a playful smirk. She knew she would never impress this man and didn't care much to impress him. The only thing that mattered what that she had hit all the others and only missed one. She quickly turned away from him not wanting to see his reaction to her antics. She moved towards Jareth.
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Post by G-Nation on Mar 20, 2011 13:46:03 GMT -5
  Batista placed his attention on Kii walking away. It was then he had caught a glimpse of a figure under the Hummer.   “What the hell?" Batista called out. He raised his M4 Assault Riffle from his back and aimed it at the Hummmer. Moving forward he called out. “Get out from under there!" The others quickly responded and armed themselves surrounding the vehicle.
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