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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 4:16 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 4:24 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 4:27 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 4:29 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 12:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 12:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 12:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 1:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 1:09 pm
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Owen took his place, kneeling behind the barricades along with the rest of the Delta, he locked the bipod of the Barrette 50. that he'd been issued by the outfitter overseeing the barricade construction in place and got into as steady a stance as he could manage. All down the line other canadian soldiers were doing the same, the drove of infected coming towards them seemed endless, and they meant to last longer than every zombie in it. Owen scoped up, bringing the scope over a infected head, centring it on the AK Kanan logo, Owen smiled, at least the punk had gotten what he deserved in the end. Owen slowly squeezed the trigger, then pulled it along with all the other marksmen as the officer in charge of keeping them firing at a steady rate screamed, "FIRE!"
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 1:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 1:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 1:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 1:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 3:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 3:15 pm
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