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Post by ghostlight on May 28, 2009 19:30:16 GMT -5
A shadow seems to move across the rooftops, Giddien makes almost no sound, his gear secured in a way that made him almost impossible to hear. From rooftop to rooftop he moves only coming to a blind drop once, the leap was easy. He made it without even thinking, from two stories down to one, from one to the street below. As soon as he hit the ground he had rolled, coming to his feet, his hands where suddenly filled with a knife in one and handgun in the other. His stance was tight and low, rotating slowly he watched for only a second. He had changed course and was headed toward the all too bright flare. Giddien had taken off his NVG's because of this all too bright red light that now washed the buildings around him in a sickly bloody light. He had come down to street level close to where the flare had been popped and saw a figure standing in the middle of the road. “God please don’t let them know how to use flares” he stepped out from his cover and put his hands up. His clothes, normally a perfect camouflage in this ruined city was no good now in this deathly red glow. “Please tell me you’re a live body” he shouts to this new figure.
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