(Author's Note: Sorry that the chapters have been far apart, short, and boring lately. On ALL my stories. I just have this terrible writer's block... I know my storylines and everything, and even what I wanna use to fill in around them, but I just can't write. *Sigh* I promise, the next chapter will be MUCH more interesting.)
Chapter Seven
Gasping hoarsely as he ran, Sergeant Demorest made it to the camp's perimiter and bent to regain his breath. The knife was quickly pocketed. Then it was out and behind the nurses tent, around the Swamp, and he was back to his own Quarters. The other Enlisted slept like a sack of rocks; no one heard him enter.
Meanwhile, Radar had grabbed the round spectacles from out of his lap. Fumblingly he put them on, accidentally poking himself in the eye in the process.
"MP's! MP's! Guards!"
Almost out of nowhere came a tall man in olive green fatigues, with a Military Police band around his left arm and "MP" painted in white on his helmet. "What seems to be the problem, Corporal?" He asked curtly, to which Radar answered in one long word. "SomeguytriedtogetintoColonelBlake'stentandIthinkhehadaknifegogetimgetimgquick!!!" The MP held up one hand and said "Whoa, slow it down sparky. Now what happened?" The small Company Clerk took a deep breath. "Some guy tried to get inta Colonel Blake's tent, and I think he had a knife! Please find him, he ran toward the edge of camp!"
The Policeman put two fingers in his mouth and gave a loud whistle. Radar covered his ears and winced as two others came out of the darkness, carrying rifles. "Corporal O'Reilly says a man with a knife attempted to enter the Colonel's tent. Search every nook and cranny of this camp; I want him found." Said the first. He then turned back to Radar and asked "Did you see what he looked like?" "No sir. My glasses sorta fell off." Radar said with a sheepish look, before the three MP's left, splitting up. The Corporal sank back into his chair, rubbing one hand nervously over his face.
Chapter Seven
Gasping hoarsely as he ran, Sergeant Demorest made it to the camp's perimiter and bent to regain his breath. The knife was quickly pocketed. Then it was out and behind the nurses tent, around the Swamp, and he was back to his own Quarters. The other Enlisted slept like a sack of rocks; no one heard him enter.
Meanwhile, Radar had grabbed the round spectacles from out of his lap. Fumblingly he put them on, accidentally poking himself in the eye in the process.
"MP's! MP's! Guards!"
Almost out of nowhere came a tall man in olive green fatigues, with a Military Police band around his left arm and "MP" painted in white on his helmet. "What seems to be the problem, Corporal?" He asked curtly, to which Radar answered in one long word. "SomeguytriedtogetintoColonelBlake'stentandIthinkhehadaknifegogetimgetimgquick!!!" The MP held up one hand and said "Whoa, slow it down sparky. Now what happened?" The small Company Clerk took a deep breath. "Some guy tried to get inta Colonel Blake's tent, and I think he had a knife! Please find him, he ran toward the edge of camp!"
The Policeman put two fingers in his mouth and gave a loud whistle. Radar covered his ears and winced as two others came out of the darkness, carrying rifles. "Corporal O'Reilly says a man with a knife attempted to enter the Colonel's tent. Search every nook and cranny of this camp; I want him found." Said the first. He then turned back to Radar and asked "Did you see what he looked like?" "No sir. My glasses sorta fell off." Radar said with a sheepish look, before the three MP's left, splitting up. The Corporal sank back into his chair, rubbing one hand nervously over his face.