Post by Specialist290 on Mar 4, 2007 1:27:35 GMT -5
There is a sudden thud on the roof, followed by another clatter of footsteps. Specialist appears, rushing down the stairs, his fingers wrapped tightly around his shotgun. His backpack seems to bulge a little less, and there are a couple of new stains on his uniform--most from sweat, but one or two look like blood...
"There was a break-in at the nearby hospital," he says for the benefit of the whole bar as he takes his seat. "Most of the people inside were asleep, but someone was awake and managed to get a message out to me and a few other locals. The building's clear and secure again, but a few of the defenders could use some medical attention." A few of the patrons rise and head up the stairs, and again the clatter of feet is heard on the rooftop.
He returns to his usual seat, sets down his backpack, and pulls out his cellphone to check it. "Great, battery's almost dead." He turns it off, removes the old battery, digs through his pack to find a spare, and inserts it. "Only two left; I'll have to restock soon. And just when I've run out of first-aid kits, too..." He puts away the phone, takes his seat again, and picks up his glass, only to find it empty.
"This has been quite some day..." he mutters to himself as he goes up to the bar and hands the barkeeper the empty glass, then returns to his seat.
"There was a break-in at the nearby hospital," he says for the benefit of the whole bar as he takes his seat. "Most of the people inside were asleep, but someone was awake and managed to get a message out to me and a few other locals. The building's clear and secure again, but a few of the defenders could use some medical attention." A few of the patrons rise and head up the stairs, and again the clatter of feet is heard on the rooftop.
He returns to his usual seat, sets down his backpack, and pulls out his cellphone to check it. "Great, battery's almost dead." He turns it off, removes the old battery, digs through his pack to find a spare, and inserts it. "Only two left; I'll have to restock soon. And just when I've run out of first-aid kits, too..." He puts away the phone, takes his seat again, and picks up his glass, only to find it empty.
"This has been quite some day..." he mutters to himself as he goes up to the bar and hands the barkeeper the empty glass, then returns to his seat.