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Draco	Nov 24 2010, 05:55 AM
Posts: 12 Group: USMP Member #18 Joined: Oct 3, 2010	"Oh man, all that work painting down the tubes 'cause Beavis and Butthead up there don't know how to keep a story straight," Dakota muttered as the squad began moving into the structure. "We'll worry about it later," Clint said. "Right now we've got about thirty seconds before we go in. Leola, you and I go in first. Jimmy and Dakota in after us." Combat inside the building would undoubtedly be close-quarters and the Dark Falcons had prepared with Sword and Launcher Strikers equipped with each member bringing a beam rifle. Clint watched the demolitions experts prepare to blow an entrance into the facility for the power armor squads to enter through, starting with the Slaughter Daggers. Their armored vehicle was parked nearby, ready to swap out mission packs at a moment's notice while two unarmored foot soldiers stood watch. "And keep an ear out for that tank," Clint added. "Last thing we need is for those damn mercs to drop the roof on our heads." Jimmy and Dakota crouched, aiming their large beam cannons towards the breeching point while Leola held her large sword with both hands. They were as ready to enter as they would ever be, Clint reckoned. "Falcons, this is Control," their truck driver said. "We'll keep watch over the rich kids and the road warriors. The mall cops are still peeved at us, but I've just received word that we can still trust them not to slam a knife in your side." "Roger that, Control," Clint answered back. "Here we go..."
Posts: 12 Group: USMP Member #18 Joined: Oct 3, 2010

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