Snippet #2257849

Robert walked along a dusty, torn up road not too far from Camp McCarran. There had been in a issue of spies recently, and his CO thought that there might be some legionaries watching the base from a distance. The only part of the desert that he could feel was the blistering heat, as his body was entirely covered. His goggles helmet and facemask covered his head and his uniform and gloves covered the rest of him. It made him sweat more, but it felt more...clean. That was the only way that he could put it in words, anyway.As he was thinking about a Mr. Handy that he had been trying to fix up, something moved out of the corner of his eye.

He whirled around, pointing his M16A7 around at the movement. He didn't see anything, but there was a large boulder that someone could have ducked behind. He slowly moved to it, trying to make as little noise as possible to gain the advantage of surprise. Robert jumped around the corner and pointed his rifle around. He laughed when he saw a gecko staring back at him. It started to growl.

"Sorry, buddy."

Robert backed away from it. He felt an immeasurable amount of relief that he didn't fight a legionary. He had heard of all the atrocities that they had committed. The more frightening part was that they were able to pull them of. He pulled out his walkie talkie and radioed back to base.

"All clear on the patrol. I'm coming back to base."

He turned on his heels, and began the walk back to camp McCarran.