| From: | Frank Pelletier <jeanpell@****.IVIC.QC.CA> |
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| Subject: | Cold... |
| Date: | Tue, 11 Nov 1997 20:16:12 +0000 |
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A heavy, freezing rain fills up the night's sky. Cold numbs my limbs, my
breath crystalizing into tiny clouds, floating towards Heaven. Water
drips in my face, eyes itchy, respiration difficult.
It's been the third night like that. The Hummer is nothing but a memory, a
burning wreck left near an old sawmill. Finding somewhere to stay right
now is out of the question. Most of the authorities in the region must
have a nice mugshot of me right now. Damn Europeans. Forgot about those
onboard cams they have. My thigh hurts like hell. The bone is fine.
Hell, it should be fine, it's good old titanium... But muscle damage is
extensive. Bad thing about damage compensators and editors and tampers
and all that shit. You keep going on, you never know how bad the wound
is. It's bad. Bullet went right through flesh, probably hit the bone,
and the accumulated energy got released on spot. Bleeding was a bitch.
I can't afford to lose my fluorocarbon treatment right now. I'm soaked,
cold, feverish. I hate damn Germany. I hate this fucking job. I'd
rather face War one-on-one and risk dying...Hell, going face to face with
War...nice way to commit suicide, but at least, I'd go out in style...
Muthafragger...
He and DragonEyes are a sorry bunch of weakass muthafraggers. That's all.
This started as a simple job. No complications, damn Schimdt said. Nope.
Just find them and ice them. I'm good at that. Not too keen on military
shit, and tactics and all that intelligent crap. But all these runners.
All these ex-merc, military types, they think they're so superior. They
all think honor and pride have a place here. Fuck that. Best way to act
is to hit 'em hard, when they least expect it...If it don't work, run. Then
come back and hit'em from behind.
But this is starting to piss me off...royally. They're probably partying
or celebrating those god-awful rituals they do. All that religious
bullshit they believe in. Thinking God will see all that praying they do,
and say "Hell! Forget all those people you killed! You worship me! Cool!
Come in Heaven, have a seat! Grab a cold one". Sure... Nope. They'll
burn in hell with me. And I'm gonna laugh so hard when I see them in that
red place...so hard... Frag.
Last beetle... "Africa's Horniest women"...and I don't mean troll bitches.
What the hell...Ohh..yeah...ebonnnyyy.....
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-- Haze <11-10-58/23:10:05>
