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12/25/2015 1:07:16 PM
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[i]this girl wasn't joking when she said she's only been around a few people in her life. He thinks to himself.[/i] "What branch of the military are you from?"
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"We were referred to as ' Unit' , Alpha; unit commander, explosives . Beta; Pilot and Extraction. Charlie; Medic . Delta ;Scout and point man,and my twin brother. Echo ; Finisher. We were trained together from the age of 10 to 13 , when we had our first mission. We worked together for seven years, without incident, until our last op. I never had to worry about anything except my mark. Everything we did was designed to get me from point A to point B to terminate the target and then to point C for extraction. I follow orders that's all I do and have done since I was 10 . Get up at 0500 , bed at 2200 , and train in between. Or go on Op. That's my life. Now I have nothing."
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"I'm sorry Echo."
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[i]Again she looks puzzled,[/i] "why are you sorry, it wasn't your people?"
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[i] He shrugs.[/i] "I don't know. You just look like you need someone to tell you it'll be alright, so I'm trying to be comforting." [i] He chuckles.[/i]
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" Oh sorry, erm in which case Thankyou "
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[i]He smiles.[/i] "I know what loss feels like, trust me." [i] He pulls off his armor, it slides off like clothing, but looks extremely protective. On his left forearm are tattooed 4 names. [b]Jennifer, Chris, Lilah, Rachael.[/b] in swirling script. On his left bicep, sits a Delta Force Special Ops Logo. [/i]
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[i]Now she feels awkward since she has only been around the same 4 people for tha last 10 years. She doesn't know why she feels awkward she just does, she looks away. [spoiler]eating brb[/spoiler][/i]
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[spoiler]Alright.[/spoiler] [i]He smiles, sitting back down. His body seems toned and muscular, but not exactly buff.[/i] "What do you plan on doing now?"
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[i]She continues to look out of the camp, or at her feet , she eventually settles on cleaning her Wakazashi. [/i] " I don't know, I need to make myself useful, I need to find a job . But my skill set is pretty unique,can't see me being much use at JT's new compound. I just don't know." [spoiler]he is a regular cult leader our JT . Lol[/spoiler]
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"You're a killer. And you don't know how to do anything else."
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[i]She nods matter of factly. [/i] " Doesn't really bode well does it?"
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Edited by Will: 12/25/2015 3:52:19 PM"Trust me, I get that. For a while, all I was, was a killer. Hell, I still am. I've killed more people than I can count. But I've got a purpose."
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" which is?"
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"Protect the ones I love." [i] He says with a smile.[/i]
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"Your fortunate to have those, ....my brother...I keep seeing him...speaking to him even."
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[i] He raises his eyebrows.[/i] "But he's dead?"
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[i] Her shoulders sag and she nods[/i] " And yet I have seen and touched him and spoken to him as clearly as I speak to you now."
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"Your probably hoping he's alive, and your minds tricking you into thinking it."
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"Seeing out of the corner of my eye I could buy that but, I could touch him. Maybe you are right I just think I would know for certain if he was dead."
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[i] He shrugs.[/i] "I'm a swordsman, not a psychiatrist." [i] He grins.[/i]
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"You know what, I'm not crazy" [i] she's visibly upset, picking up her sword she leaves [/i]
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"Echo!" [i] He calls.[/i]
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[i] She ignores him[/i]
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[i] Suddenly his figure blurs in front of her and solidifies, as he is in front of her.[/i] "Where are you going." [i] He says it oddly more like a statement then a question.[/i]
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[i] She glares at him,[/i] " I know what I felt and now I am going to find someone who doesn't think I'm crazy!"
