Chapter Four
Swanson watched as pieces of the target were blown off, section by section. The shots were blowing holes through the blue circles on the cut-out of a 'human'.
Artorus depressed the trigger and let the empty clip fall out of it. He eyed the target keenly and distinguished eight distinct openings in it.
Swanson looked at the holes- head, chest, stomach, shoulders, hips, and lower legs. The cut-out then fell into a pile of pieces on the ground and was swept away by the cleaning robots on the ground. "You made a perfect score, with the strongest side-arm, and the longest distance." He exclaimed. "And yet, you're stationed in a measly U.S.C.M outfit, you should be in on the big stuff." He added.
"I may be, but that's if I decided to leave this unit." He replied as he set the empty gun down on the stand. "But, I've grown to like it here." He added. "If I do well enough in real combat, then there will be more of my kind serving active duty, soon." He finished.
"I'm not so sure that I like the idea of humans being replaced by animals." Hernandez inserted as he walked up, snuffing out the cigarette that he had finished smoking.
"You shouldn't say things like that," Swanson inserted. "He's not just some kind of animal." He added.
"It's alright, I come to expect some skeptical points of view in this line of business." Artorus insert calmly. "But, you should know," He began, walking over to Hernandez and looking him in the eyes. "You and I aren't so different as you might think we are." He said with a smile. "We're only human." He added, with a dangerous smile as he looked Hernandez in the eyes. He then walked off.
Hernandez looked over Swanson uncertainly. But he just laughed and left him there to think things over.
***
Jaeger shot the target repeatedly with her Glok. She successfully blew out all of the spots on the cut-out.
"Not bad, not bad at all." Einrich commented.
"Oh wait, I forgot a spot." She exclaimed as she pointed her gun again and blew out the crotch on the target.
"Do you pretend you're aiming at man when you use that thing?" Blake asked as he walked up.
"Nope, just my loser boyfriends." She replied as she stored her pistol. "That works well enough for me." She replied with a smile.
"You know, I love a woman who knows how to use a gun." Blake replied with a smile.
"I bet you say that to all the ladies." Jaeger replied.
"You're the only lady for me." He replied jokingly.
Jaeger walked over to him. "Did Able have any bad news?" She asked him.
"No, everything's fine." He replied, disheartened.
***
Rita looked up at the giant objects in the art gallery. She was surrounded by statues and painting from the famous periods in the Earth's history. She continued walking around the gallery, taken the aroma of the atmosphere. It smelled vaguely of incense and leather.
She was busy looking at a piece of work from the Roman Justinian Era when someone walked up behind her.
"The Justinian-period mosaics are alright, but I prefer the painting more." Said the figure that had suddenly appeared beside her.
Rita practically jumped when he spoke up.
Artorus looked down at her and smiled sincerely. "Sorry, I guess I really should work on that, I'm always walking up beside people and just scaring them to death." He said, giving her a toothy grin. Some people seems to be afraid of the fact that I'm not a normal human."
Rita sighed and looked at him. "It's not that, you just startled me, I couldn't hear your footsteps.' She replied. "I didn't know anyone else logged onto this simulation, besides me." She added.
"Oh, but I love looking at this stuff, I love Classical Roman art, though I prefer the Agustan-period, more." He said, crossing his arms behind his head and smiling again. "One of my specialties is classical art." He announced.
Rita blushed slightly when he smiled at her. "r-Really?" She asked. She could see the faint outline of his muscles through his shirt.
"Oh yes, my knowledge is not limited to the military and being a bowman's wolf." He replied cheerfully. He then put his arm down.
The area suddenly changed back to an empty room.
Rita looked around. "I guess the simulation is over." She remarked as she looked at the door.
***
Salazar and Harmon were sitting in a saloon, which was filled up cowboys and chorus-girls.
"McNealand is strong." Harmon remarked in his deep voice as he looked at his arm. "He's the first guy who's beaten me." He added.
"Don't be too hard on yourself, he's not human." Salazar replied without looking at him.
Just then, Goldman stumbled in. He was dressed like a cowboy and was holding a smoking gun. "This simulation is crazy!" He exclaimed. "I just had a shootout!" He added.
"Don't swing the gun around." Harmon told him as he leaned back from him.
"Yeah, you'll hurt someone." Salazar added, watching him cautiously.
Goldman holstered his gun after his comrades' notable lack of enthusiasm was made obvious to him. "You two jerks aren't any fun." He replied.
"Better safe." Salazar began.
".Then sorry." Harmon finished.
Goldman gave a sarcastic laugh and then walked off.
~End of Chapter 4~
Well, I'm glad to get this chapter out. I'm also glad to say that the marines will be deploying in the next chapter and going down towards the base where the Xenomorphs have broken out.
See you all next time.
-Bojack
Swanson watched as pieces of the target were blown off, section by section. The shots were blowing holes through the blue circles on the cut-out of a 'human'.
Artorus depressed the trigger and let the empty clip fall out of it. He eyed the target keenly and distinguished eight distinct openings in it.
Swanson looked at the holes- head, chest, stomach, shoulders, hips, and lower legs. The cut-out then fell into a pile of pieces on the ground and was swept away by the cleaning robots on the ground. "You made a perfect score, with the strongest side-arm, and the longest distance." He exclaimed. "And yet, you're stationed in a measly U.S.C.M outfit, you should be in on the big stuff." He added.
"I may be, but that's if I decided to leave this unit." He replied as he set the empty gun down on the stand. "But, I've grown to like it here." He added. "If I do well enough in real combat, then there will be more of my kind serving active duty, soon." He finished.
"I'm not so sure that I like the idea of humans being replaced by animals." Hernandez inserted as he walked up, snuffing out the cigarette that he had finished smoking.
"You shouldn't say things like that," Swanson inserted. "He's not just some kind of animal." He added.
"It's alright, I come to expect some skeptical points of view in this line of business." Artorus insert calmly. "But, you should know," He began, walking over to Hernandez and looking him in the eyes. "You and I aren't so different as you might think we are." He said with a smile. "We're only human." He added, with a dangerous smile as he looked Hernandez in the eyes. He then walked off.
Hernandez looked over Swanson uncertainly. But he just laughed and left him there to think things over.
***
Jaeger shot the target repeatedly with her Glok. She successfully blew out all of the spots on the cut-out.
"Not bad, not bad at all." Einrich commented.
"Oh wait, I forgot a spot." She exclaimed as she pointed her gun again and blew out the crotch on the target.
"Do you pretend you're aiming at man when you use that thing?" Blake asked as he walked up.
"Nope, just my loser boyfriends." She replied as she stored her pistol. "That works well enough for me." She replied with a smile.
"You know, I love a woman who knows how to use a gun." Blake replied with a smile.
"I bet you say that to all the ladies." Jaeger replied.
"You're the only lady for me." He replied jokingly.
Jaeger walked over to him. "Did Able have any bad news?" She asked him.
"No, everything's fine." He replied, disheartened.
***
Rita looked up at the giant objects in the art gallery. She was surrounded by statues and painting from the famous periods in the Earth's history. She continued walking around the gallery, taken the aroma of the atmosphere. It smelled vaguely of incense and leather.
She was busy looking at a piece of work from the Roman Justinian Era when someone walked up behind her.
"The Justinian-period mosaics are alright, but I prefer the painting more." Said the figure that had suddenly appeared beside her.
Rita practically jumped when he spoke up.
Artorus looked down at her and smiled sincerely. "Sorry, I guess I really should work on that, I'm always walking up beside people and just scaring them to death." He said, giving her a toothy grin. Some people seems to be afraid of the fact that I'm not a normal human."
Rita sighed and looked at him. "It's not that, you just startled me, I couldn't hear your footsteps.' She replied. "I didn't know anyone else logged onto this simulation, besides me." She added.
"Oh, but I love looking at this stuff, I love Classical Roman art, though I prefer the Agustan-period, more." He said, crossing his arms behind his head and smiling again. "One of my specialties is classical art." He announced.
Rita blushed slightly when he smiled at her. "r-Really?" She asked. She could see the faint outline of his muscles through his shirt.
"Oh yes, my knowledge is not limited to the military and being a bowman's wolf." He replied cheerfully. He then put his arm down.
The area suddenly changed back to an empty room.
Rita looked around. "I guess the simulation is over." She remarked as she looked at the door.
***
Salazar and Harmon were sitting in a saloon, which was filled up cowboys and chorus-girls.
"McNealand is strong." Harmon remarked in his deep voice as he looked at his arm. "He's the first guy who's beaten me." He added.
"Don't be too hard on yourself, he's not human." Salazar replied without looking at him.
Just then, Goldman stumbled in. He was dressed like a cowboy and was holding a smoking gun. "This simulation is crazy!" He exclaimed. "I just had a shootout!" He added.
"Don't swing the gun around." Harmon told him as he leaned back from him.
"Yeah, you'll hurt someone." Salazar added, watching him cautiously.
Goldman holstered his gun after his comrades' notable lack of enthusiasm was made obvious to him. "You two jerks aren't any fun." He replied.
"Better safe." Salazar began.
".Then sorry." Harmon finished.
Goldman gave a sarcastic laugh and then walked off.
~End of Chapter 4~
Well, I'm glad to get this chapter out. I'm also glad to say that the marines will be deploying in the next chapter and going down towards the base where the Xenomorphs have broken out.
See you all next time.
-Bojack