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Post by on Nov 10, 2009 16:15:34 GMT -5
"oh hell...again" Tael said, shooing another snake away from himself "how many of these things are there?"
"I'm not seeing any openings onto he base, are you?" One of Thorns men, Patrick ellis, said looking at the man. Tael was aged beyond his years, strong, cold and clinging to what enjoyment he could glean from life.
"Negative. We won't be able to get inside from here." The commander scowled as he fingered the gold coin he had happened accross in the pacific, he had no idea what it was from but, he liked the weight of it; light enough to not hinder him but heavy enough so that he actually felt like he was handling something. Of course, it helped relieve some tension for his unit as well. It helped them take thier role in this war a little less seriously, it helped them forget that in all likelihood thier next mission would be thier last. Life expectancy for infantry was not high since mobile suits enterered warfare and it was Taels job to get them to sleep each night in one piece...it was not a job that Patrick envied.
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