A brief Synopsis: A little known conversation between two members of the 101st gang. This is an on-going story and has not been finished. There are 29 parts so far. I will post all 29, but the story does not end there. Perhaps when the time comes, you might be able to add to this conversation. Send me a message in my inbox and I will add it to this list. There is only one rule. It must be in dialog form, no other descriptive can be added or at least very little. You can use symbols to describe an action such as looking through a pair of binoculars. So, look for those opportunities. Let's see just how far this story can go. (That was written a several years ago. This story once again is making an appearance here. Since things tend to get to be "Too Quiet" we shall see what might crop up, again.)
So, let your imaginations fly. Once the last part is posted, it's your turn to continue the story.
Too Quiet
Part 1
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"Anyone out there?"
"Nope. No Fu(ie) in sight."
"Keep looking. This stake out is getting on my nerves. Something's got to break some time."
"I wish Blake would get here. He's supposed to relieve us soon. I'm suppose to meet my Pop for dinner."
Continues with Part 2