||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 05:47:14 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|“That’s what they all say,” Merdith laughed in turn. “I won’t be any trouble, Sergeant, and I very much want to talk to your lieutenant. I’ll be polite.”Deployment was one of the larger spaces in a very cramped arrangement. It sat at the top of the ramp and was used by Marines for staging. All around him there were weapons and equipment racks. Most were ordered and locked, although a few of the cabinets hung open. A maintenance kit sat on the floor in front of one of them. Someone apparently working on a battlesuit had just left it there. |
suddenly it was part of my own experience. I saw you take me by the hand'She wept in floods,' interrupted a youth with neatly brushed hair and
to blame you for that. I thought I could make you love me, but I know now
The other officers on the bridge, many of whom probably felt the same as Lieutenant Scott, took the reprimand to heart and very quickly found urgent duties with which to occupy themselves.In his professional military opinion, that wasbad.
Bent low, their eight-millimeter C-14 Gauss Impalers drawn and pointed ahead, the Marines raced forward into the opening. The entrance looked less like a passageway than some kind of bubble in a biopolymer resin. One Goliath went in with the first group, his heavy firepower ready to defend the team. The Firebats hustled in next, looking for something to blast with their plasma-based Perdition flamethrowers.“Bren, General. It'sBren.”