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Post by ebony on Apr 17, 2011 21:49:44 GMT -5
With each clack of a weapon, she played with her toys. She stuck her finger up under the helmet, clicked on her ear piece, and spoke a smooth sentence. She got a nice voice back to her and she smiled. Apparently the man inside her ear would be a translator of the language and tell her how to say things in the case of them running into unwanted company and not being able to handle it. She nodded, checking her weapons and stacking ammo into them, putting her extras in a large pocket on her jacket.
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Post by caboosebtw on Apr 17, 2011 22:00:02 GMT -5
A green light flashed on in the hold, one minute. He looked out the side and saw their target, these fools had every light in their house on. Which also meant they could see the chopper, damn it command said there would be no lights when they got this close. Why the hell were the lights still on.
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