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Date Posted: 00:22:11 09/27/06 Wed
Author: Braden
Subject: inside
In reply to: Reese 's message, "Inside" on 00:08:30 09/27/06 Wed

There was laughing, joking, the guys were ribbing each other and he was walking behind everyone else - two M16's strapped across his back, a knife holster criss-crossing over his chest with two dagger like knives resting in them and glinting in the hot sun. He was dressed in tan fatigues and a tan colored beater, wearing more weapons than he was clothes. There were two knifes in his heavy combat boots and he could take down anything on two legs whether it be half a mile away or six inches from his face. He was the best of the best, the golden child of the marines, he was the one, the proud, the U.S. Marine. He was Force Recon. These were his men, the one’s he led into battle, victory and he would soon be leading back to the U.S. to their families and friends. He actually let himself smile, pleased when he thought it all over, they had done well. Home was sounding alright, well, the U.S. was, he didn’t really have a home and he was pretty much ok with that. He just needed a woman, a beer and maybe a horse or two along with some open country and he was good to go. Thoughts distracted, his eyes narrowed on a pile of rocks by the side of the road that for some reason caught his attention. It only took him a second and suddenly he was yelling “IED!” everyone knew to get down when he shouted out that there was an improvised explosive device and the men hit the ground but it wasn’t in time. He watched as five of his men literally exploded into pieces and even while that happened there was suddenly open fire going on, bullets whizzing by. What the hell had happened? Where did they come from? Shaking off his thoughts he focused on what he did best and jumped into the battle only to see the man heading towards Keegan. He growled out and headed towards his best friend but was jumped from behind... In his sleep he twisted, grabbing her wrist and pinning her beneath him, his eyes squeeze shut, holding her wrists above her head with his hand, his body pressed against hers as he growled.

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