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Sep. 30th, 2008 12:11 am | How will you be proposed to? | With a bag of your favorite candies |
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Might just work.
Sep. 30th, 2008
Might just work.
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Sep. 30th, 2008 10:04 amAfter this thread which is yet to be finished.
Snake had dropped Selina off with her portion of the booty. He was still running high from deception, theft and a daring escape. His dress blues were a bit dirty but he still wore them. The beret however had been tossed on the passenger seat letting his hair out. He hated the feeling of shoving it under a hat. He also had a pile of shit he was keeping along with several items he thought Mab might want and the bracer. She had sent the wrong person out to steal only one thing. Snake and Selina were the kind that would take anything that was interesting and not nailed down. It did provide several things he assumed would make good Christmas gifts.
Laughing to himself as he drove to Mab's, which always seemed disconcerting as there was a point where things got eerie along the way, Snake felt good. When he arrived he shouldered a small bag which had both ends covered in mesh and the briefcase that he had stolen while inside the facility. Within it were the two bracers and another item that he wanted to ask about. He headed for the war room. it was easy to find by going against the stream of running messengers. Snake frowned some when he finally saw Mab. She looked exhausted.
I got your shit and a couple other things.
Snake had dropped Selina off with her portion of the booty. He was still running high from deception, theft and a daring escape. His dress blues were a bit dirty but he still wore them. The beret however had been tossed on the passenger seat letting his hair out. He hated the feeling of shoving it under a hat. He also had a pile of shit he was keeping along with several items he thought Mab might want and the bracer. She had sent the wrong person out to steal only one thing. Snake and Selina were the kind that would take anything that was interesting and not nailed down. It did provide several things he assumed would make good Christmas gifts.
Laughing to himself as he drove to Mab's, which always seemed disconcerting as there was a point where things got eerie along the way, Snake felt good. When he arrived he shouldered a small bag which had both ends covered in mesh and the briefcase that he had stolen while inside the facility. Within it were the two bracers and another item that he wanted to ask about. He headed for the war room. it was easy to find by going against the stream of running messengers. Snake frowned some when he finally saw Mab. She looked exhausted.
I got your shit and a couple other things.
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true_writers 6. The price of failure
Sep. 30th, 2008 07:51 pmSnake lowered the binoculars staring at the small black dots rolling across the field of white. Briefly he allowed his usual thought to drift in. How the hell did the Russians know where the road was under all of that snow? More immediate was the confirmation of his mission.
"They got one." Snake commented while turning back from his prone position to look at his team.
"Great." Bradley rolled his eyes expressing what they all were thinking. The Russians with a nuke wasn't a good sign even with the treaty in place. The fact it was there on that truck while the treaty was still in place was even more worrisome. Snake took a moment and observed the trucks again.
"Any ideas? Besides stealing the uranium out of that bad boy?" Snake was always lighthearted as possible until things got bad.
"Are they masked?" Taylor had slid up prone next to him.
Snake squinted into the binoculars trying to make out the faces. They seemed pale which meant no. "Don't look like it."
"We got that..."
"Back up gas drop." Snake finished Taylor's sentence patting him on the shoulder. "Good idea. Geisha, call our back up."
Snake sat back feeling better but he still kept looking at the trucks receding to smaller and smaller dots in the white. What if they went out once and failed? What if the Russians got away with that nuke? The what ifs ate at him until he felt sick with determination. Failure was not an option, not today, not ever.
"28:15 until drop." Sophia announced.
"Alright, mask up." Snake was already pulling his gas gear out. "We're going to have to stop that truck from wrecking when they're knocked off."
Plissken pulled his white and black camouflaged gas gear on. His mind was locked on. They were going in now. Right down this basin and up around the tree line. They'd have five minutes to spare before the gas load came in to take the Russians out. Plenty of time to make it work. Just as much to fuck it up too. The latter was not an option. Not today.
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"They got one." Snake commented while turning back from his prone position to look at his team.
"Great." Bradley rolled his eyes expressing what they all were thinking. The Russians with a nuke wasn't a good sign even with the treaty in place. The fact it was there on that truck while the treaty was still in place was even more worrisome. Snake took a moment and observed the trucks again.
"Any ideas? Besides stealing the uranium out of that bad boy?" Snake was always lighthearted as possible until things got bad.
"Are they masked?" Taylor had slid up prone next to him.
Snake squinted into the binoculars trying to make out the faces. They seemed pale which meant no. "Don't look like it."
"We got that..."
"Back up gas drop." Snake finished Taylor's sentence patting him on the shoulder. "Good idea. Geisha, call our back up."
Snake sat back feeling better but he still kept looking at the trucks receding to smaller and smaller dots in the white. What if they went out once and failed? What if the Russians got away with that nuke? The what ifs ate at him until he felt sick with determination. Failure was not an option, not today, not ever.
"28:15 until drop." Sophia announced.
"Alright, mask up." Snake was already pulling his gas gear out. "We're going to have to stop that truck from wrecking when they're knocked off."
Plissken pulled his white and black camouflaged gas gear on. His mind was locked on. They were going in now. Right down this basin and up around the tree line. They'd have five minutes to spare before the gas load came in to take the Russians out. Plenty of time to make it work. Just as much to fuck it up too. The latter was not an option. Not today.
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Sep. 30th, 2008 10:59 pmSnake had been busy on and off for days. Between the problems in Illinois, working on the theft and Jondy coming into town it seemed like he had no time to himself. He'd managed to spend time with the kids but he felt like he was neglecting Bria. It made him feel shitty and worse yet when it was so close to the wedding. Plissken had set his mind to it. Today was all Bria and nothing else.
He was in the shop just long enough to get things straightened out and do a few orders. Then he went out and bought some red roses and a matching fluffy, soft, red robe in maternity size. It was gift wrapped and then he headed home. Snake took the gift and the roses and started searching the house for Bria.
He was in the shop just long enough to get things straightened out and do a few orders. Then he went out and bought some red roses and a matching fluffy, soft, red robe in maternity size. It was gift wrapped and then he headed home. Snake took the gift and the roses and started searching the house for Bria.