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Dedication: I dedicate this to several people First off the crew of the
Columbia; Rick Husband, Kalpana Chawla, William McCool, David Brown, Laurel
Clark, Michael Anderson, and Iian Ramon may you rest in peace, the world
owes you all a huge debt of gratitude. Secondly Kattie, who inspired me
with her incredible work (go read it) and Garth Brooks, because his song
Ireland also inspired my story thank you all.
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It was freezing under the thin green tarp that had been converted into a tent. Tomoko shivered in her freezing clothes under it, huddled around a puny campfire. It was all that they could risk. Slowly she dragged her head up and glanced through freezing lashes toward her companions, Seravok, and Thorin. She had always wondered about Seravoks name, wasn't it a bit odd? But he was too. silent to be talked to rather than at. The machine gunner had said maybe 15 words since he had been added to their squad 4 days ago, and that was only to ask things like where to sleep, eat and piss. Thorin was almost his exact opposite, talkative and cheerful in the midst of a raging war. Charismatic among bullets, and friendly among enemies.
To distract herself from the cold ache in her bones, she began lovingly polishing her rifle. It had started out as a standard issue sniper rifle, but she had modified it so much out of her own pocket that it hardly resembled anything the military might issue. She slowly cleaned the frost from the scope, made sure the bolt slid cleanly, and sighted down the barrel. Next she gave the tip of the barrel an inspection down to the minutest detail, making sure it had no nicks or scratches that would need to be fixed. Finally, content that her rifle was in top working condition, she went to get some food.
"BLAH! They insult me with this SHEET!" Seravoks slightly accented voice rang out. Better go see what he got into thought Tomoko. She worried slightly about the obviously still green recruit.
"NO SERAVOK! We keep the water in the MARKED fuel containers!" He slowly lowered the canister from his lips "I thought it tasted a leetle off." Tomoko just shook her head and walked off. That's when it happened. She heard the crack of a gunshot and, after glancing back, told Seravok the get to his gun and keep down. Then she heard another crack and a slight splat.
"SHIT!" She took of at a low run back toward the tent. By the time she got there Thorin was already dead. "Damn it!" She snagged her pack and rifle and headed back to the equipment are where Seravok was no doubt already set up in their foxhole. HE might be green, but he was efficient. "Thorin's toast. They pegged him on their second shot. Probably snipers. WE would otherwise have heard them coming. Look out into the woods and tell me when you see movement DO NOT SHOOT!" She said the last in a emphatic low voice. Forty minutes later as it began to become apparent that they would not find them soon, they settled down for the night. TO BE CONTINUED.
It was freezing under the thin green tarp that had been converted into a tent. Tomoko shivered in her freezing clothes under it, huddled around a puny campfire. It was all that they could risk. Slowly she dragged her head up and glanced through freezing lashes toward her companions, Seravok, and Thorin. She had always wondered about Seravoks name, wasn't it a bit odd? But he was too. silent to be talked to rather than at. The machine gunner had said maybe 15 words since he had been added to their squad 4 days ago, and that was only to ask things like where to sleep, eat and piss. Thorin was almost his exact opposite, talkative and cheerful in the midst of a raging war. Charismatic among bullets, and friendly among enemies.
To distract herself from the cold ache in her bones, she began lovingly polishing her rifle. It had started out as a standard issue sniper rifle, but she had modified it so much out of her own pocket that it hardly resembled anything the military might issue. She slowly cleaned the frost from the scope, made sure the bolt slid cleanly, and sighted down the barrel. Next she gave the tip of the barrel an inspection down to the minutest detail, making sure it had no nicks or scratches that would need to be fixed. Finally, content that her rifle was in top working condition, she went to get some food.
"BLAH! They insult me with this SHEET!" Seravoks slightly accented voice rang out. Better go see what he got into thought Tomoko. She worried slightly about the obviously still green recruit.
"NO SERAVOK! We keep the water in the MARKED fuel containers!" He slowly lowered the canister from his lips "I thought it tasted a leetle off." Tomoko just shook her head and walked off. That's when it happened. She heard the crack of a gunshot and, after glancing back, told Seravok the get to his gun and keep down. Then she heard another crack and a slight splat.
"SHIT!" She took of at a low run back toward the tent. By the time she got there Thorin was already dead. "Damn it!" She snagged her pack and rifle and headed back to the equipment are where Seravok was no doubt already set up in their foxhole. HE might be green, but he was efficient. "Thorin's toast. They pegged him on their second shot. Probably snipers. WE would otherwise have heard them coming. Look out into the woods and tell me when you see movement DO NOT SHOOT!" She said the last in a emphatic low voice. Forty minutes later as it began to become apparent that they would not find them soon, they settled down for the night. TO BE CONTINUED.