Author Topic: Foxhole // Mission One: Armor  (Read 15355 times)

Claire reaches up to her headset. "Copy that, who should I take?" She listens intently. "Roger, on our way."

Turning, she shouts, "Steele, Jameson, Frank, on me, we're going to the command tent!"

I walk up beside Hunt. "What's up?"

I look at Alex, and then at Shock. I blink and I gather my equipment, stand up, and salute Claire. I follow her. I look at Jamson, and I blink at him, "I really don't know, I assume a mission." I look at him from my shades, *wtf why am I wearing shades at night.*

Inside Brain:

YesYesYesYesYesYesYesYes

Claire walks with Frank and Adam. "I'm not an officer, you idiot."

They return from the briefing, and the trench sector lines up before Hunt and Adam. "We're doing a mission, gonna go cut some barbed wire, run explosives under it. Any volunteers? We need three."
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I raise my hand. "I go."
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"For the last time, I'm not a 'sir' or a 'ma'am.' I'm a trench sergeant. Get it right."

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"She is your briefing officer, Frank."

Oh, I thought a few briefers were talking to us...

Editing post to make sense.

I think she likes you
Oh god no.

Mission Tin goes to Crater.

Oh stuff.
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I glare at Claire (hue), still smoking the cigarette.

As dusk turns into dark, the floodlights on the Bradleys turn on, illuminating No Man's Land just long enough to see the four tanks fire off a barrage. Missiles slam into the friendly vehicles and trenches. "Into the main dugout, let's go!" Claire runs to the center of the trench and opens the small wooden door on the primary dugout in their sector.



(there are four dugouts. 3 are run by dugout sergeants, and the main one is run by a trench sergeant. the main one is 5.5 feet tall and has a wooden door. each soldier in the main dugout has a cot, a footlocker, and a shelf, there's a small concrete support pillar with electrical outlets. our primary dugout has a TV/VCR/DVD set up, a minifridge, two fans, a heater, and a power supply that the soldiers use to charge their phones. the ceiling has cement sections where florescent bulbs light the room. it's reinforced with concrete and rebar, making it the safest dugout. it also has a trap door in the bottom where the soldiers store their other luggage.)

I rush into the main dugout, holding the door open for other soldiers as they run in.

(going to bed)
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While I'm loading my magazines, I notice a guy passed out on the side. Rather than calling for a medic, I check to make sure he isn't seriously injured, and then I look into our supply cache and grab some smelling salts. I take out a piece and hold it over his nose.

I wake up, my nose enflamed by a bad smell.
"Huh? Am I captured?!"