!XQ6W0CNp/o 10/15/10(Fri)12:34 No.12453314|
Your mind is racing, trying to figure out what is going on, when suddenly a deafening explosions tears across the silence and the gun disappears. The hands on your throat slacken as a huge weight collapses on you, and moments later you feel a warm wet feeling on your face and chest, the familiar copper tang of blood in your mouth and nose. Slowly you begin to hear the sound of gunfire and shouting as the ringing in your ears subsides.
“Bon, le pilote est sauf?”
“Bien, va regardez estit!”
You feel the weight lifted and suddenly you're being hefted out of bed roughly by your flight suit.
“Ami! Allo, pay attention! We're under attack, surprise assault, we're pulling out, you understand?”
You don't, but you nod your head anyway at the man shouting at you as he holds you upright. Over his shoulder you can see another holding a gun that keeps firing out of your tent.