Post by albub on Dec 16, 2008 17:55:40 GMT -5
The strange man watches from a rooftop as the soldiers prepare to enter the building. He isn't certain what is inside the building, but if what he had heard from Axe's phone calls was true there was a definite chance that it will be bad for the soldiers, and consequentially, Corporal Holland.
TSM wishes he still had his cell signal bug with him, but if it was still in one piece it could be detected and traced. He thumbs the pocket of his coat in which the bug's components were stored away, his mind working furiously on finding a distraction for the soldiers. After a few moments of intense thought, he pulls out his notepad. He scribbles something on the first page, then tears out the sheet, scribbling on the next. He repeats this process a few times, crumpling some of the sheets, and leaving others. He then removes the silencer of his handgun, scoops up all of the papers on the ground and flings the paper over the edge of the roof. Half a dozen sheets of paper start to float towards the soldiers on the ground. Once they reach roughly halfway to the ground, the strange man points his gun towards the ground, taking care to keep his shot away from the soldiers, and fires several rounds.
The men on the ground respond by taking cover and looking skyward for their assailant. They do not see the shooter, instead they see a couple of pieces of paper fluttering in the wind. Others hear the crumpled sheets bounce off of the pavement nearby. One man is brave enough to venture out of cover and picks up one of the crumpled sheets.
He radios is:
"Sir, I'm not sure what it's supposed to mean, but this piece of paper says 'run' on it."
"Yeah, I just grabbed one of the floating ones. Sir, it says 'run' too..."
"It's likely some whackjob survivalist asshole who wants us to stay the hell away from his little hell on earth where he gets to do whatever he wants. Don't let him scare you boys, we're trained military men, and we won't be intimidated."
"Sir, this is Dunlop. This here piece says 'run' too. I doubt it's just some survivor playing tricks on us. Why risk us returning fire when he could just hide? I mean, we'd never find him if he just stayed quiet."
"Shut the hell up Dunlop, if I wanna hear from the damn peanut gallery I'll fucking ask, and it won't be you. When you live in some rundown building with no power and spend all day blowing the rotting brains out of old friends and family you start to think less than straight, so hell if I know why he fired those shots. Proceed with the interior sweep men, and keep an eye skyward in case that asshole points his gun at us again."
TSM wishes he still had his cell signal bug with him, but if it was still in one piece it could be detected and traced. He thumbs the pocket of his coat in which the bug's components were stored away, his mind working furiously on finding a distraction for the soldiers. After a few moments of intense thought, he pulls out his notepad. He scribbles something on the first page, then tears out the sheet, scribbling on the next. He repeats this process a few times, crumpling some of the sheets, and leaving others. He then removes the silencer of his handgun, scoops up all of the papers on the ground and flings the paper over the edge of the roof. Half a dozen sheets of paper start to float towards the soldiers on the ground. Once they reach roughly halfway to the ground, the strange man points his gun towards the ground, taking care to keep his shot away from the soldiers, and fires several rounds.
The men on the ground respond by taking cover and looking skyward for their assailant. They do not see the shooter, instead they see a couple of pieces of paper fluttering in the wind. Others hear the crumpled sheets bounce off of the pavement nearby. One man is brave enough to venture out of cover and picks up one of the crumpled sheets.
He radios is:
"Sir, I'm not sure what it's supposed to mean, but this piece of paper says 'run' on it."
"Yeah, I just grabbed one of the floating ones. Sir, it says 'run' too..."
"It's likely some whackjob survivalist asshole who wants us to stay the hell away from his little hell on earth where he gets to do whatever he wants. Don't let him scare you boys, we're trained military men, and we won't be intimidated."
"Sir, this is Dunlop. This here piece says 'run' too. I doubt it's just some survivor playing tricks on us. Why risk us returning fire when he could just hide? I mean, we'd never find him if he just stayed quiet."
"Shut the hell up Dunlop, if I wanna hear from the damn peanut gallery I'll fucking ask, and it won't be you. When you live in some rundown building with no power and spend all day blowing the rotting brains out of old friends and family you start to think less than straight, so hell if I know why he fired those shots. Proceed with the interior sweep men, and keep an eye skyward in case that asshole points his gun at us again."