OOC - Any ladies want to join a team of commandos and sex - I mean shoot - 'em up?
Also need the other members of the unit, and hostages, not to mention the bad guys, and whoever else back in the rear pulling strings - or not
IC
The Captain retrieved the vintage WWII sten gun from the cold, dead fingers of the volunteer. The damn thing's jammed. Poor sod never even fired a shot, and he's practically the only one with anything amounting to a weapon. The company sergeant strode up almost absentmindedly "The whole settlement's gone, Skip, whiped out to a man" The sergeant was not allowed to call him "Sir" and the captain, like everybody else, wore no insignia of rank.
"What's that in your hand, Sergeant?"
"Ladies's underwear."
"About time we have a nancy boy or two in our unit, eh?"
"Skip" The sergeant barked with some disgust "found it in the living quarters. " He paused. "All the corpses are male."
The Captain looked at the body of the volunteer sprawled on the dessert floor. "Reckon it's not his". He placed the sten gun in the sand next to the dead man "How many?".
The sergeant shrugged "enough to slow them down."
"What about them? How many of them?"
"Enough to kill 40, carry away 2 week's provisions meant for 60, and handle however many live hostages."
"And 6 of us. Reckon it's a fair fight?". The captain knelt, unshealthed his long commando's killing knife and probed the dead man's wound. "little buggers won't quit" he tried to shoo away the flies buzzing about. "dead for about 30 hours, judging by the maggots."
The Captain looked at the members of his unit as they piled into the three vehicles, and wondered once again about the wisdom of having females in his midst. "They'll have to stop at Fari - the only oasis for miles around" He pointed to the marks of crawler tracks in the sand. "Lets hope those are from their transports. I'll be the first to let bygones be bygones if I see tanks.
The Captain settled in the seat of his vehicle, pulled down his sand goggle, nodded to sarge and then leaned out to yell to his opposite number from Intelligence, Cindy Lindens, temporarily attached to his unit. Madness to have an arrangement like that out there, in his opinion, but what can you do. The engines started to kick up a furious roar. "Lindy, how about we go to Fari and get a little something to drink?"
Also need the other members of the unit, and hostages, not to mention the bad guys, and whoever else back in the rear pulling strings - or not
IC
The Captain retrieved the vintage WWII sten gun from the cold, dead fingers of the volunteer. The damn thing's jammed. Poor sod never even fired a shot, and he's practically the only one with anything amounting to a weapon. The company sergeant strode up almost absentmindedly "The whole settlement's gone, Skip, whiped out to a man" The sergeant was not allowed to call him "Sir" and the captain, like everybody else, wore no insignia of rank.
"What's that in your hand, Sergeant?"
"Ladies's underwear."
"About time we have a nancy boy or two in our unit, eh?"
"Skip" The sergeant barked with some disgust "found it in the living quarters. " He paused. "All the corpses are male."
The Captain looked at the body of the volunteer sprawled on the dessert floor. "Reckon it's not his". He placed the sten gun in the sand next to the dead man "How many?".
The sergeant shrugged "enough to slow them down."
"What about them? How many of them?"
"Enough to kill 40, carry away 2 week's provisions meant for 60, and handle however many live hostages."
"And 6 of us. Reckon it's a fair fight?". The captain knelt, unshealthed his long commando's killing knife and probed the dead man's wound. "little buggers won't quit" he tried to shoo away the flies buzzing about. "dead for about 30 hours, judging by the maggots."
The Captain looked at the members of his unit as they piled into the three vehicles, and wondered once again about the wisdom of having females in his midst. "They'll have to stop at Fari - the only oasis for miles around" He pointed to the marks of crawler tracks in the sand. "Lets hope those are from their transports. I'll be the first to let bygones be bygones if I see tanks.
The Captain settled in the seat of his vehicle, pulled down his sand goggle, nodded to sarge and then leaned out to yell to his opposite number from Intelligence, Cindy Lindens, temporarily attached to his unit. Madness to have an arrangement like that out there, in his opinion, but what can you do. The engines started to kick up a furious roar. "Lindy, how about we go to Fari and get a little something to drink?"
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