Post by Jack Thornton on Aug 8, 2005 19:14:42 GMT -5
"Okay Corporal, I'll see you when I get back," said Colonel Jack Thornton as he neatly placed the last box of ammunition for his SOCOM into his duffel bag. This elicted a nod and a salute from the young man in the room with him. Jack chuckled, zipping up the bag and hoisting it up, slinging it over his shoulder. He gave a salute as well, before turning and stepping outside.
The day was bright in California, causing Jack to narrow his eyes as his makeshift shielding against the brightness. He was dressed rather loosely, and looked like he was half-dressed for the field, and half-dressed for sparring combat. His camoflague vest wasn't exactly the thing to be wearing when trekking across forests to another location, but he found it easier to bear than those long-sleeved monsters that they usually gave you at the Depot. His pants, however, were the durable, sturdy field type that soldiers wore to battle, and so were his boots. He could avoid getting damage on his arms, but he'd rather that his legs were protected. Looking to his right, he peered over the cliff that this outpost was positioned upon and stared at the crystal blue water. beyond. He was far enough away to not smell the salty breeze, but he enjoyed the sight nonetheless.
"Well, better get moving if I'm gonna get there before next week." With that, he turned and headed straight into the forest.
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"Yo dawg, what'choo doin' in our turf, eh?" yelled a man decked out in 'bling', and wielding a very impressive looking 9mm Glock. "You some kinda crazy, motha'f**ka'?"
"L-look, I d-don't want ant t-trouble," stammered the now nervous man, clutching his bag to his chest. "I j-just wanna go home..."
"Pssht, lissen' to this damn cracka'," sneered another member of the four-member gang, stepping closer and shoving the man backwrads with his left hand. "Bitch, you ain't goin' nowhere without some kinda toll."
"No! I'm not giving this to you!" the man yelled now, looking desperate to keep whatever he was holding on to so dearly. This just drew the attention of the large gangsta, who stepped in and pistol-whipped him, taking the opportunity to wrench the bag from his grasp. Their prize secured, two of the gangstas moved in and started beating the man unmercilessly, and the large one went to the leader.
"Yo XL, check it out." From the bag was withdrawn a meteorite, which was glowing slightly. "Bling bling!"
'XL' grinned, revealing his gold teeth, and took the meteor. "Gaw-DAMN thass pimped!" he exclaimed, turning the rock over in his hands. A whimper signaled that the other two had finished thier jobs, and XL nodded in the direction of their ride. "Time to go G's. We gotta pawn this shit."
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Jack was moderately surprised to find a scientist in the forest, and close to the base. After he calmed the man down, he tried to get information from him, only to have the man go hysterical again, shove a glowing rock into Jack's arms, and run off screaming and laughing.
"This is interesting," mused Jack, examining the meteorite at his first small stop. He had just consumed one of his four M.R.E.s, and he had another five mintues before he was scheduled to continue. But little did he know that this was not to be, at least not until a few seconds later. He heard a rumbling, and turned to see an enormous mouth. He was engulfed and swallowed before he could even get his gun.
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Fifteen mintues after Jack disappeared, Thug Killa, Dr. P, Mista Irie and Notorious XL left the pawn shop after being unable to convince the owner to purchase the meteorite from them. They were on the road in their hummer when they met the same fate as Jack, swallowed with the hummer and all. They cursed the whole way down.
The day was bright in California, causing Jack to narrow his eyes as his makeshift shielding against the brightness. He was dressed rather loosely, and looked like he was half-dressed for the field, and half-dressed for sparring combat. His camoflague vest wasn't exactly the thing to be wearing when trekking across forests to another location, but he found it easier to bear than those long-sleeved monsters that they usually gave you at the Depot. His pants, however, were the durable, sturdy field type that soldiers wore to battle, and so were his boots. He could avoid getting damage on his arms, but he'd rather that his legs were protected. Looking to his right, he peered over the cliff that this outpost was positioned upon and stared at the crystal blue water. beyond. He was far enough away to not smell the salty breeze, but he enjoyed the sight nonetheless.
"Well, better get moving if I'm gonna get there before next week." With that, he turned and headed straight into the forest.
---
"Yo dawg, what'choo doin' in our turf, eh?" yelled a man decked out in 'bling', and wielding a very impressive looking 9mm Glock. "You some kinda crazy, motha'f**ka'?"
"L-look, I d-don't want ant t-trouble," stammered the now nervous man, clutching his bag to his chest. "I j-just wanna go home..."
"Pssht, lissen' to this damn cracka'," sneered another member of the four-member gang, stepping closer and shoving the man backwrads with his left hand. "Bitch, you ain't goin' nowhere without some kinda toll."
"No! I'm not giving this to you!" the man yelled now, looking desperate to keep whatever he was holding on to so dearly. This just drew the attention of the large gangsta, who stepped in and pistol-whipped him, taking the opportunity to wrench the bag from his grasp. Their prize secured, two of the gangstas moved in and started beating the man unmercilessly, and the large one went to the leader.
"Yo XL, check it out." From the bag was withdrawn a meteorite, which was glowing slightly. "Bling bling!"
'XL' grinned, revealing his gold teeth, and took the meteor. "Gaw-DAMN thass pimped!" he exclaimed, turning the rock over in his hands. A whimper signaled that the other two had finished thier jobs, and XL nodded in the direction of their ride. "Time to go G's. We gotta pawn this shit."
---
Jack was moderately surprised to find a scientist in the forest, and close to the base. After he calmed the man down, he tried to get information from him, only to have the man go hysterical again, shove a glowing rock into Jack's arms, and run off screaming and laughing.
"This is interesting," mused Jack, examining the meteorite at his first small stop. He had just consumed one of his four M.R.E.s, and he had another five mintues before he was scheduled to continue. But little did he know that this was not to be, at least not until a few seconds later. He heard a rumbling, and turned to see an enormous mouth. He was engulfed and swallowed before he could even get his gun.
---
Fifteen mintues after Jack disappeared, Thug Killa, Dr. P, Mista Irie and Notorious XL left the pawn shop after being unable to convince the owner to purchase the meteorite from them. They were on the road in their hummer when they met the same fate as Jack, swallowed with the hummer and all. They cursed the whole way down.
