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Date Posted: 14:39:23 11/25/00 Sat
In reply to:
Priss
's message, "Re: Awakenings..." on 12:55:57 11/25/00 Sat
The "point man" for the group persuing them suddenly stopped, making a fist and raising it into the air, signallying for the others to freeze. Instantly everyone stopped, dead silent--even the tracking dog froze. he qiuskly gave a flurry of hand signals, and half the ben melted into the forest along the side to try and flank their quarry, while the others spread out, continuing forward, slipping their assauly rifles with grenade launchers attached underneath, and checking the three concussion grenades attached to their light body armor.
They had teir orders. The grenade lachers were loaded with sleeping gas rounds, a few good whiffs from which were enough to knock a normal person ouf for 15 minutes--these were to be used first. If she still resisted, thy were to try and take her down physically, or use the grenades--hopefully the concussions from the explosion would be enough to knock he target unconscious. The rifles were to be used only as a last resort--they wanted her alive.
He motioned to the man nett to him, who had his flare gun ready. Moments later, the others heard a sound high above them, loke a sinkhole emptyng--then were dazzled by a bright flash, as the magnesium flare, slowly floating down on a parachute, lit the place up in a bright, innatural light, daylight intensity...and exposing their position.
"Over there!" Soon the popping of grenade lanuchers could be heard as the gas rounds hurtled towards them...
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