yeah um I don't own counterstrike. uh I do own the people. oh yea I am not going to stop describing the weapons so shut up
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Chapter Three
The After Math
When we arrived back at the complex, there was a standing ovation. Every one but Janice received a medal of honor, but she didn't seem to mind. That was my second metal of honor. The first, I acquired it during a mission in South Korea. I had finished the mission with two bullets to spare and thirty-two kills. "I'll be seeing you Fred." said Henry as he walked away. "Yeah, you too." I said. I was walking to the Generals office. He had been wanting to talk to me since we had gotten back. "Sit down." he said. I sat down. "Outstanding job on that mission. Executed perfectly." he said."Thank you, sir." I said. "Since you did so well on the mission, we have decided to give you another one. It will be hard. The AA have taken an oilrig under their control. It had seven people on it when they took it from the workers control. Your job is to regain the rig back from the terrorist. You have your choice of soldiers once again." he said. "Yes sir, when do we leave?" I said. "ASAP Colonel." he said. I picked the same people as last time except for Janice, (a sniper wasn't what we needed for this mission) who I replaced with James Hall a rifleman (another M4A1 user). We were supposed to go there in a small submarine, but I didn't like that idea so we are dropping in out of a plane. Sounds fun doesn't it. I like this idea better than a submarine. We are hoping to escape scratch free. Doubtful. Well with my M4A1 and my good looks, I plan to finish these lowlifes and get some well deserved R&R. "Power to my peoples." said James. He was ghetto. "Yallmean." said Henry. "Lets go." I said in one of those really cool voices. We were boarding the plane when Janice came up to us. "Good luck." she said. "Thanks. We're gonna need it." I said. So we were off. "I'm afraid of heights." said Dean. "Typical." I said. "I can fix that." said the pilot. "How?" asked Dean. "Like this." he said. He whipped out a Berreta P97 Elite(a pistol) and shot Dean in the leg. On impulse I reached for my Desert Eagle. "Don't try it." he said pointing his gun at Dean's head. "You," he pointed to James. "Drive the plane." "What do you want?" I asked. "Revenge." he said. "What did we do to you?" I asked. "My brother was one of the L's that ambushed your group. Since you're the sole survivor, it must have been you who killed him. Therefore, I take my revenge on you." he said. "Slowly." he said. "What did he look like?" I asked. He pulled out a picture. Holy snit! This was a picture of the person who had shot Geoff! I couldn't take it any more. I ripped out my knife and brutally stabbed him four or five times. Then I pulled out my Desert Eagle and shot him in the head twice. "Eat that blasterd." I said. Dean groaned. I knelt beside him. "Are you ok?" I asked him. "I need a medic." he groaned. "Can you fly us back to the complex?" I asked James. "I can't land this thing, but I can get us over it." he said. "That'll have to do." I said. I strapped on a parachute and grabbed Dean. "Drop down after me. We will have to lose the plane." I said. When the complex came into view, I jumped. We all landed safely. The General had to send another group to the oilrig. Dean was awarded a purple heart. My R&R was great. I sat and played xbox most of the time. Halo is such a cool game. My phone rang. "Hello?" I said. "Colonel Fred?" "Yes." I said. "This is General Dewitt. We have another assignment for you. We need you at the complex ASAP. Can you make it?" he said. "Yes sir." I replied. Oh god, what now?
REVEIW plz
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Chapter Three
The After Math
When we arrived back at the complex, there was a standing ovation. Every one but Janice received a medal of honor, but she didn't seem to mind. That was my second metal of honor. The first, I acquired it during a mission in South Korea. I had finished the mission with two bullets to spare and thirty-two kills. "I'll be seeing you Fred." said Henry as he walked away. "Yeah, you too." I said. I was walking to the Generals office. He had been wanting to talk to me since we had gotten back. "Sit down." he said. I sat down. "Outstanding job on that mission. Executed perfectly." he said."Thank you, sir." I said. "Since you did so well on the mission, we have decided to give you another one. It will be hard. The AA have taken an oilrig under their control. It had seven people on it when they took it from the workers control. Your job is to regain the rig back from the terrorist. You have your choice of soldiers once again." he said. "Yes sir, when do we leave?" I said. "ASAP Colonel." he said. I picked the same people as last time except for Janice, (a sniper wasn't what we needed for this mission) who I replaced with James Hall a rifleman (another M4A1 user). We were supposed to go there in a small submarine, but I didn't like that idea so we are dropping in out of a plane. Sounds fun doesn't it. I like this idea better than a submarine. We are hoping to escape scratch free. Doubtful. Well with my M4A1 and my good looks, I plan to finish these lowlifes and get some well deserved R&R. "Power to my peoples." said James. He was ghetto. "Yallmean." said Henry. "Lets go." I said in one of those really cool voices. We were boarding the plane when Janice came up to us. "Good luck." she said. "Thanks. We're gonna need it." I said. So we were off. "I'm afraid of heights." said Dean. "Typical." I said. "I can fix that." said the pilot. "How?" asked Dean. "Like this." he said. He whipped out a Berreta P97 Elite(a pistol) and shot Dean in the leg. On impulse I reached for my Desert Eagle. "Don't try it." he said pointing his gun at Dean's head. "You," he pointed to James. "Drive the plane." "What do you want?" I asked. "Revenge." he said. "What did we do to you?" I asked. "My brother was one of the L's that ambushed your group. Since you're the sole survivor, it must have been you who killed him. Therefore, I take my revenge on you." he said. "Slowly." he said. "What did he look like?" I asked. He pulled out a picture. Holy snit! This was a picture of the person who had shot Geoff! I couldn't take it any more. I ripped out my knife and brutally stabbed him four or five times. Then I pulled out my Desert Eagle and shot him in the head twice. "Eat that blasterd." I said. Dean groaned. I knelt beside him. "Are you ok?" I asked him. "I need a medic." he groaned. "Can you fly us back to the complex?" I asked James. "I can't land this thing, but I can get us over it." he said. "That'll have to do." I said. I strapped on a parachute and grabbed Dean. "Drop down after me. We will have to lose the plane." I said. When the complex came into view, I jumped. We all landed safely. The General had to send another group to the oilrig. Dean was awarded a purple heart. My R&R was great. I sat and played xbox most of the time. Halo is such a cool game. My phone rang. "Hello?" I said. "Colonel Fred?" "Yes." I said. "This is General Dewitt. We have another assignment for you. We need you at the complex ASAP. Can you make it?" he said. "Yes sir." I replied. Oh god, what now?