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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/8/2017 11:13:57 PM
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"[b]If[/b] we win?" One asked, chuckling. "Darling, we're gonna win by a landslide, trust me."
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Angela: Well then, I guess someone gets a second chance at life. Plus you get to fight along side 2 demi-goddesses. Oh and I aint a "darling" I am a killer... highly trained and highly dangerous. But that army we are going against killed my son... and Im being called the traitor. Most battalions are actually built of army soilders from that army. Luckily I had a reputation so I had many followers. You'll be working along side many things you wont expect. All of it will help us win. Oh and keep the huey. I'll get one of my men to equip carbon-titanium armor and heat seeking missiles.
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He seemed the slightest bit overwhelmed. "Right.." The leader spoke: "Many thanks. See you on the battlefield." They all nodded, shouldering their M16s and putting their helmets back on. One of the men put out their cigarette, as they went and sat in the Huey.
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Angela: I didnt catch your names. What are they?
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Edited by The WORLD1897: 5/8/2017 11:46:08 PMOne of them wore a sash of .50 cal rounds across his chest and carried an M60 machinegun, also Vietnam-era. Blazoned on his helmet was a skull and cross bones, under it written: [i]"Headhunter."[/i] He spoke calmly. "Buck." An African American soldier stood, straightening his vest. He wore a helmet with a peace sign blazoned across the top, under it written: [i]"No peace for commies."[/i] He spoke, his voice gruff and tough, but also joking. "Lincoln." A thin soldier nodded, stuttering a bit: "U-uh, right right. I'm Eddy." He wore glasses and had zero facial hair present. He looked about 19, his helmet blank of any decals. A rookie. The leader stood up from his chair, holding out his hand to shake. He had chiseled features covered in ash powder and dirt, but nonetheless was fair looking. He wore his flak vest with sleeves, although they were rolled up at his elbows. His helmet had a heart symbol with a hammer and sickle in the center being torn apart by the flags of the US and South Korea, under it written: [i]"Heartbreaker."[/i] He spoke with a grin, "Call me Hollywood." The remaining three were busy chatting in the Huey.
