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Quoted By: >>5290060
Today’s shaping up to be a goddamn scorcher, even by Iraqi standards. The kind of heat that gets your blood boiling in more ways than one.
Camping out in the Devil’s Corridor definitely isn’t improving your mood any. Place has a lot of bad memories floating around it, and it’s starting to grate on you.
As much as you’d like to deny it, you can’t help but hope for an opportunity to work out your frustrations.
And given the position you’ve found yourself in, you might just get that wish.
Put bluntly, you’re gonna get hit, and soon. There’s no way it won’t happen. Not after your dipshit of a handler made an open broadcast of these coordinates as your pickup zone. The operatives that you tangled with back in Qurac seemed far too canny not to notice a breach in radio silence that massive.
Hopefully they’ll think it’s just a poorly-planned distraction and be slow to investigate, that might earn you some extra sand in your hourglass.
Guess disposable muscle like you and Shade don’t warrant the bandwidth of an encrypted channel or an alternative that wouldn’t leave the pair of you swinging in the wind.
Bet mission control would’ve changed their tune if they knew exactly what you hauled out of that embassy and halfway across the goddamn desert.
Nothing too important, just a case containing the only potential cure or countermeasure for an artificial plague with the potential to wipe out every metahuman alive, plus or minus a couple hundred million people.
Numbers like that really put things in perspective. You’ve had to make some hard choices to get this far, choices that may or may not have gotten the rest of your detachment killed.
But you’re not out of the woods yet. Just need to hold on for just a little while longer and you’ll be back in the good old USA.
It’s a comforting though that helps to distract you as you start digging into the canyon like a tick. If those bastards want these samples, you’re gonna make em fucking bleed for it first.
Still, things aren’t all bad. The radio you “borrowed” from your old FOB somehow manages to tune into the AFN station. In between inane updates about the status of the war and equally snoozeworthy news about the homefront, the DJ finally manages to sandwich in some goddamn music.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVb-NqHZ34U
Their music taste is a bit out-of-date, but that’s not exactly breaking news given the general caliber of the Corps’ equipment.
Besides, some good tunes always helps to make the work go by faster.
And just because you’re running out of options doesn’t mean that you don’t have some tricks hidden up your sleeve.
First off, you carefully re-arm your stolen block of homemade C4 and nestle it amidst a rocky outcropping at the entrance to the canyon. All you need to do is slam the big red button, and let the fireworks commence.
Camping out in the Devil’s Corridor definitely isn’t improving your mood any. Place has a lot of bad memories floating around it, and it’s starting to grate on you.
As much as you’d like to deny it, you can’t help but hope for an opportunity to work out your frustrations.
And given the position you’ve found yourself in, you might just get that wish.
Put bluntly, you’re gonna get hit, and soon. There’s no way it won’t happen. Not after your dipshit of a handler made an open broadcast of these coordinates as your pickup zone. The operatives that you tangled with back in Qurac seemed far too canny not to notice a breach in radio silence that massive.
Hopefully they’ll think it’s just a poorly-planned distraction and be slow to investigate, that might earn you some extra sand in your hourglass.
Guess disposable muscle like you and Shade don’t warrant the bandwidth of an encrypted channel or an alternative that wouldn’t leave the pair of you swinging in the wind.
Bet mission control would’ve changed their tune if they knew exactly what you hauled out of that embassy and halfway across the goddamn desert.
Nothing too important, just a case containing the only potential cure or countermeasure for an artificial plague with the potential to wipe out every metahuman alive, plus or minus a couple hundred million people.
Numbers like that really put things in perspective. You’ve had to make some hard choices to get this far, choices that may or may not have gotten the rest of your detachment killed.
But you’re not out of the woods yet. Just need to hold on for just a little while longer and you’ll be back in the good old USA.
It’s a comforting though that helps to distract you as you start digging into the canyon like a tick. If those bastards want these samples, you’re gonna make em fucking bleed for it first.
Still, things aren’t all bad. The radio you “borrowed” from your old FOB somehow manages to tune into the AFN station. In between inane updates about the status of the war and equally snoozeworthy news about the homefront, the DJ finally manages to sandwich in some goddamn music.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVb-NqHZ34U
Their music taste is a bit out-of-date, but that’s not exactly breaking news given the general caliber of the Corps’ equipment.
Besides, some good tunes always helps to make the work go by faster.
And just because you’re running out of options doesn’t mean that you don’t have some tricks hidden up your sleeve.
First off, you carefully re-arm your stolen block of homemade C4 and nestle it amidst a rocky outcropping at the entrance to the canyon. All you need to do is slam the big red button, and let the fireworks commence.
