Thank-you for your review, I've FINALLY gotten 'round for the latest update, I've just been busy lately.
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This is in memory of my dog, Sheba who died two weeks ago.
Chapter 9: So much for a happy ending...
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"Wort Wort Wort!" The leading elite mocked as he slammed the doors into the canteen, making sure to crush the couple of wayward Marines trying to escape that way.
"Wort Wor-" The other began, and then stopped. Two shotgun shells in the face will do that to you.
"You wanna try that one again?" Johnson bit out, Aiming the shotgun at the Elite's forhead, The Elite going cross-eyed as it tried to see the barrel.
"Alright, now you listen up, I have NOT had my daily nicotine intake, ya hear me, bud? now, you just roll over and surrender, and I just might, Might Let you live long enough to regret not having told me how many of you there are left already!" Johnson emphasised his point by cocking the Shotgun, the Elite got the message
"There are three others, two grunts and one Elite in the upper level, they're looking for the Demon!" The Elite cackled.
"Thank you, and by the way,,,"
"What?"
"I lied." Johnson pulled the trigger of the shotgun, blowing the Elite's head wide open.
"Alright boys you heard the ma- Thing, Let's Roll!" He commanded running up the nearest stairs.
"Errrrm...Sir? The upstairs is that way"
"I knew that."
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