||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 06:31:31 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
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Yet the Marines were no longer there. As one they rushed toward the line of explosions before them, the billowing orange conflagration growing by the second. Their weapons trained forward in unison, a solid column of flame and death burning and blasting through the deep column of the enraged Zerg.
Breanne pulled the weapon back from Cutter’s head and motioned him back with its muzzle. “I’ve spent a lifetime fighting everyone else’s wars, for other people’s ideals and other people’s causes! Melnikov is right! Each of our lives could buy hundreds of others, maybe thousands. They’ll never know it, never appreciate it, but if I have to die, let me die for something worthwhile!”
got Susie out of the way by sending a telegram from a girl whose name he
AS SHE STOOD FACING THE INFESTED MONSTER, Octavia hoped that some primitive part of Old Blue's brain would recognize her and hesitate. But that hope was dashed in an instant as the huge dog-thing lunged.“Not tonight,” she said.
hours, he would give her a few charming, friendly words and bolt off with