People from all over the world from many different eras are pulled forward in time to help solve a mysterious crisis.
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Screedle wrote:Could you please add 'The Fritswick Residence' as a location?
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Ramirez heard the sound, he recognized the man's voice, "Blackstone! is that you marine?" there was silence for a moment. Ramirez dropped slowly to the ground, praying it was the same young corporal who'd saved him a trip home in a body bag once. Maybe he knew what was going on. Suddenly the voice called back, "Yes sir, I can't see shit in here." Ramirez winced, expecting a fatal headshot rather than a reply, "I can't either, move to me, just listen to my voice." Ramirez hummed as loud as he could fight. He'd known Kyle Blackstone from a tour in Iraq, He'd drank with the man, Buried a few friends with the man, and fought with the man. He'd always liked the kid, but infantry and scout snipers never mixed well. So they kept their distance in the field. Suddenly a hand touched his shoulder; instinctively Ramirez turned to fight, but quickly realized who had touched him. He let lose a sigh of relief, "Dios mio.. You almost gave me a heart attack." Ramirez could barely make out the fellow marine's figure in the black, "sorry sir, you have any clue where we are?" Ramirez felt his heart sink, "I was going to ask you the same thing corporal." Ramirez stirred, "let's just find a way out of here rápidamente." Ramirez hand on Blackstone, still unsure what may lurk in this darkness.
Ramirez felt around the wall, "We make it out of here alive Corporal, I owe you a shot of my homemade Tequila." he heard the corporal chuckle to himself. Suddenly Ramirez felt a button on the wall. He thought a moment before pressing it. It could open a door, and on the other side a group of something ready to rip the two apart, or it could just gas the room all together. Ramirez shook his head and fought himself, you're a marine, you don't care about risk you do your job and your job right now is getting yourself and Blackstone out of this room. He pressed the button, a door opened and light filled up the room, "get ready niño." Ramirez put a hand on Blackstone's shoulder clenched his fist, ready to protect his marines, or marine as the case would be. The door was fully opened, and a four man team rushed in and pointed their rifles at Ramirez and Blackstone.
They shouted orders for the two to lay on the ground. Ramirez normally wouldn't be taking orders from anyone with a gun, but Ramirez usually had a gun to point back. Ramirez also thought of his marine, his marines were about the only thing that stop him from making rash decisions and he knew he could get Blackstone killed if he slipped up. Ramirez hesitantly laid on the ground, made Blackstone do the same.
Suddenly the team separated and stood at attention, Ramirez knew what that meant, an officer was present. Ramirez looked up to catch a glimpse, he saw a stern looking Blonde woman. He had no time to ask any questions, suddenly the only thing he saw was the butt of a rifle. Then once again things went dark.
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Screedle wrote:Finally got my creativity going again!
I hope it's alright that I fleshed out the female scientist character - sorry in advance if you don't like it.
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Lemunde wrote:Screedle wrote:Finally got my creativity going again!
I hope it's alright that I fleshed out the female scientist character - sorry in advance if you don't like it.
The character is fine but I had to do some editing and trimming to make certain facts match up. You'll understand with my next post.
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