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Post by dakota on Dec 11, 2007 1:46:09 GMT -5
The scout spun on his heels much faster than a man of his age would be expected, dropping into a crouch with his battered rifle raised at the ready. After a moment, he made a hand gesture to whoever he was scouting ahead to, but held his crouch, surveying the area. He didn't look like much, but the old man definitely knew what he was doing.
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Post by Mierin on Dec 12, 2007 0:31:06 GMT -5
Sam stays where she is and quietly watches the scout, keeping an eye out for whoever he is with.
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Post by juggernautsb on Dec 12, 2007 8:19:15 GMT -5
McCain holds his position trying to be as silent as possible.
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Post by dakota on Dec 17, 2007 5:43:52 GMT -5
" I know y'alls out there, so you might as well show yerselves." The old scout said bluntly. " I ain't callin the rest of my crew inta yer trap. He picked up a rock and tossed it casually and hit Dyson in the helmet to prove his point.
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Post by Mierin on Dec 28, 2007 20:29:56 GMT -5
Sam sighs and does her best to hold back her laughter as Dyson gets hit in the helmet. Not seeing any alternative and not wanting to wait forever, Sam gets up slowly so that the scout won't shoot her reflexively and says "Hi there."
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Post by juggernautsb on Jan 1, 2008 23:35:30 GMT -5
McCain holds his position but grunts under his breath, "Son of a ..."
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Post by dakota on Jan 29, 2008 19:56:15 GMT -5
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