Snippet #9544

"Sounds like a plan," John said as he slid his M9 into a pouch on the inside of his sweatshirt. Looking around next to his bed John picked up a pouch full of sharpened objects that he was able to throw, and successfully conceal safely. The pouch was no bigger then an enclosed hand, and was held together by some cheap fabric that was now coming apart.

He sat down on a makeshift bed he had made on the floor days ago, and contemplated on how they would be able to stumble through hilly areas in the dark. Not wanting to worry about it to much John pulled a pocket knife out of his left pocket and began sharpening a paper clip into an improvised throwing weapon.

John smirked grimly at the fact that he was going to be using sharpened paperclips, bed pins, pens, and pencils as weapons. This amused John because all he had to do was aim for the neck, face, or knees to incapacitate or kill. He threw a paper clip with precision it embedded itself against the wall, and into a target he set up on the wall long ago. John got up, and stretched while putting his worn out sneakers on.

After getting his things squared away John paced back and forth. He began radiating the fact that he was nervous, John proceeded to sit down again in an attempt to quell the feeling that the enemy was closing in.