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Hotshot - 6“Got everything packed?”Hotshot - 6 by ~CptDefault
I looked up. Rosanna was in the doorway to my room. She offered me a sad smile.
I didn't offer any response. I just continued sitting on my bed and looked back at the floor.
She came to sit next to me. The bed barely moved as she sat. It was a solid thing, not really made for comfort.
I could see her hand held out towards me, an offer for comfort perhaps.
I ignored it.
I thought I'd managed to avoid her attention when I felt her arms wrap around me.
“I don't blame you,” she quietly said to me. “No one blames you.”
“That's exactly it” I responded, raising my voice
Hotshot - 5Firetruck ran the last few meters to the window. He leapt through, Rosanna following immediately behind. Firetruck kept his shield facing out onto the street whilst Rosanna turned left to deal with the gunman behind the window.Hotshot - 5 by ~CptDefault
Two shots rang out. Luckily, our squad number held steady at three.
I didn't look at them, instead sprinting straight for the right hand window. I kept as low as possible, trusting the other two to draw our foes attention.
There was a shout of victory moments before I caught a faint flash of light. Rosanna had claimed her kill.
“I can't see him!” Firetruck shouted. There was a hint of desperation in his
Hotshot - 4Firetruck grabbed the unconscious girl and threw her over one shoulder. The rest of us drew and readied our weapons, before I lead the way down a street.Hotshot - 4 by ~CptDefault
I'd like to say there was some strategy to where I lead the team, but I just picked a direction at random at each intersection. We'd gone perhaps two hundred meters, around three or so of these turns, before we found a fence in front of us.
“Guess they want to make sure we don't go too far” Wolf noted.
“You're a genius, Wolf” I sarcastically replied. “Don't suppose you've noticed anywhere good to hole up?”
He stared at me for a second. Well, he looked
Hotshot - 3There was a nervous silence between Rosanna and I as we stood in the elevator. We'd been given sealed orders at breakfast, and they'd told us to gear up and proceed into the hive for our training exercise. It seemed odd; most of our training in the past had been in one of the specialised training rooms. Instead we were headed to an old and abandoned section of the hive.Hotshot - 3 by ~CptDefault
We'd had to go through the weapons station on the way out. There we'd traded our standard issue uniforms for full on combat gear. Each of us had been given a full suit of leather armour. It covered everything, with everything from built in gloves to a neck seal. We were carry
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