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A single unit stand in a briefing room. Large florescent lights hum above them while their superior speaks.
"We have received a call of intense light beaming in the outskirts of Shides. As of recently, we've been seeing a lot of activity." His voice has a southern twang, and his heavy mustache moves with his lips as he speaks. His old hand points to a white board with a vague map behind him. "The call is about here, they said it was big, couldn't be farther than 3 miles." He looks amongst his unit made up of 8 people, "We will set out and obtain whatever it is. Let's go." his arm gestures to the door and they move.
Everyone is prepping themselves, they pick their weapons or refuel their jewelry. A young woman with swept to the side, black hair, places tear drop earrings into her lobes. She fits a hand gun into the holster at her hip then places three green viles into the bandolier. The unit loads into a dark grey PEST van and she sits closest to the door.
Upon arrival they exit the van and their superior organizes a buddy system.
“Mandy you will hold out here and watch the van,”
The woman with black hair looks in shock, “Wait? But, with all due respect sir I think my services are better used in the field,” she stands straight to make herself more serious.
“Your services are better used when I say,” the man wags his finger at her, “Your incident caused us to be one man short.”
“Sir, I mean to-“
“So, you will take the repercussions of your actions. That is that.” he puffs hot air out his nose and looks down to his subordinate. The unit is silent waiting for Mandy to respond. She looks to the dirt and clears her throat. Her face is rising pink.
“Yes, sir.” she says.
He turns away from her and begins speaking to the rest of the unit. From there, they break up and comb the deep brush. Mandy stands in place watching over the van. She mutters to herself and kicks a rock. Mandy paced herself around the van, half assing her watch. Snap. Mandy’s head quickly turns making a piece pop.
“Ow.” she whispers and rubs her neck. Where did that come from, her eyes wonder over the greenery. Her left hand lifts her gun up. Click. The safety is off. Snap. Mandy turns to where she believes she heard it.
Her breathes pace begins to pick up. Mandy tightens her lips entering the trees.
Pride_Revelation
"We have received a call of intense light beaming in the outskirts of Shides. As of recently, we've been seeing a lot of activity." His voice has a southern twang, and his heavy mustache moves with his lips as he speaks. His old hand points to a white board with a vague map behind him. "The call is about here, they said it was big, couldn't be farther than 3 miles." He looks amongst his unit made up of 8 people, "We will set out and obtain whatever it is. Let's go." his arm gestures to the door and they move.
Everyone is prepping themselves, they pick their weapons or refuel their jewelry. A young woman with swept to the side, black hair, places tear drop earrings into her lobes. She fits a hand gun into the holster at her hip then places three green viles into the bandolier. The unit loads into a dark grey PEST van and she sits closest to the door.
Upon arrival they exit the van and their superior organizes a buddy system.
“Mandy you will hold out here and watch the van,”
The woman with black hair looks in shock, “Wait? But, with all due respect sir I think my services are better used in the field,” she stands straight to make herself more serious.
“Your services are better used when I say,” the man wags his finger at her, “Your incident caused us to be one man short.”
“Sir, I mean to-“
“So, you will take the repercussions of your actions. That is that.” he puffs hot air out his nose and looks down to his subordinate. The unit is silent waiting for Mandy to respond. She looks to the dirt and clears her throat. Her face is rising pink.
“Yes, sir.” she says.
He turns away from her and begins speaking to the rest of the unit. From there, they break up and comb the deep brush. Mandy stands in place watching over the van. She mutters to herself and kicks a rock. Mandy paced herself around the van, half assing her watch. Snap. Mandy’s head quickly turns making a piece pop.
“Ow.” she whispers and rubs her neck. Where did that come from, her eyes wonder over the greenery. Her left hand lifts her gun up. Click. The safety is off. Snap. Mandy turns to where she believes she heard it.
Her breathes pace begins to pick up. Mandy tightens her lips entering the trees.
Pride_Revelation
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