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 Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:11 pm
Richter covered his eyes as the light from the flare blinded him. He blinked his eyes a few times and saw someone running with a crate. He readied his MP5. "Hey! Get back here you punk b*****d!" Richter growled and chased the person with the stolen cargo after smashing through the door the kid hoped to have barred.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:16 pm
Joe saw the flair and heard the gunfire.
"Contact contact!" Joe shouted out loud, blinded by the light of the flare. Suddenly, he felt a sudden pain in three parts of his chest, falling to the ground.
"I'm hit," he said weakly, the air knocked out of him. He heard a crate move and the door slam, "Sh*t! Officer down! I repeat, Officer down and in need of assistance in cargo bay!" he shouted into his mic, "Sh*t! Richter, where are you? Are you hit? Are you alright?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:30 pm
Jason and two of his gang members twisted the hatch to the west side of the boat shut from the inside, then locked the inner hatch with a key they'd lifted from a sleeping guard. Jason tossed the duffel bag to a small asian boy who had been running radio support for them and the boy ran off to deliver to rations to the eastern storeroom. Jason walked into the temporary command room The Lonely Island was using and walked over to his friend Luca, a italian who was his age. Luca had been monitoring the guard's radio transmissions and chuckled at Jason as he walked in, "Nice shootin Tex, looks like you got one of them."
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:39 pm
Richter tried to open the hatch but failed. He tried to kick it in but failed. He banged on the door with both his fists. "DAMMIT!" He sighed angrily and rushed back down to Joe. He helped him up to his feet and slung his arm around his shoulders. "You're gonna be okay man...Just hang tight okay?" He sighed. "What a bunch of bastards..." he said under his breath.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:50 pm
Joe grunted as Richter helped him up and helped him walk. Suddenly, four guards, all aiming their MP5's, bust into the room.
"Where did they go?" One of the guards asked, "Did you see where they went?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:54 pm
"They went down that way. They've seemed to have locked one of the hatches up ahead from the other side. I can't get through...You could try demolitions but in this spot of the ship you could very well damage something you don't want damaged." He walked past the guards and got Joe up to the medical ward. "Your lucky those guards showed up...If those punks didn't lock the door I would've nabbed them and THEY would've helped ya...But you were lucky either way."
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:58 pm
Joe looked at the three marks on his chest where the bullets had hit the vest.
"Good thing I wore that vest. Could you imagine if I hadn't? It still hurts like Hell, though," Joe said, "Did they catch them? Are they in the brig?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 6:04 pm
Richter was silent for a while. He punched Joe in the chest. "You b*****d you had a vest on...Man here I was thinkin' you were dyin' or somethin'! Turns out you had a vest on and you got a little ache and sting goin'." Richter stood up and turned to face him. "Don't scare me like that man...Next time you get shot you TELL me if you've got one on or not."
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 6:07 pm
Joe laughed a moment.
"Dude, it's not like you exactly stuck around to help me. If I was really shot I wouldda died there. And I couldn't really talk because it felt like someone hit me with a brick wall 3 times in a row."
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 6:41 am
"Yeah well pull that stunt again and you're gonna know what it feels like to get hit with a nightstick three times in a row." Richter sighed and lit up a cigarette right next to a no smoking sign. He never cared where he was smoking just so long as he got his fix. "I can't wait to round up that punk and toss him overboard as shark bait." As much as he loved screwing around and having fun...He hated punks. Richter has all sorts of definitions for the word punk.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 11:39 am
"I'm just glad all they wanted were supplies. Remember what happened to Andy? Arrested somebody for trying to steal supplies, The next day four people jump him in the latrine and cut his throat. I'm just happy that they weren't devoted to killing us, but I agree with you. We need to find who ever is responsible and have a chat with them," Joe said.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 12:45 pm
"Oh we'll have more than a 'chat' I'll beat that bastards a** till he starts cryin' for his momma. Then I'll beat his a** some more...NO ONE steals things and shoots at innocent people on this ship while I'm around." Richter took a long drag on his cigarette. He had a strong sense of justice and hated people who took things beyond pranks.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 1:25 pm
"Dude, relax. The good thing is I'm alive and uninjured. I gotta take my mandatory day off, starting today and then all of tomorrow. If you want you can come by later, play some poker or blackjack or something. I get my payment so we can actually play with bottle caps instead of food rations," Joe said, referencing to a pre-war game. He did a lot of referencing from movies. songs and games.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 1:34 pm
"Man I miss playing Fallout 3." Richter said, getting the reference. "Hey do we have an Xbox aboard this ship? I could really go for a game of Fallout 3 right now." Richter LOVED video games more than anything. He could sit for hours and just play.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 1:49 pm
"Dude, I know what you mean. Before I joined the Army, through school I was always gaming on video games," Joe said, reminiscing.
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