((Heh Ying, I've never been there before. Can we just say its like a fort outside of it? Sorta like I'm doing?))


Derrick plopped down at an empty table, eating the meal he was given. It wasn't the best, but hell, it wasn't the worst. He would have to pack for this mission, load up on ammo, the usual. It was gonna be hell over there, and chances were him and Yas weren't gonna even be comin' back. He cut another piece off of his steak and chewed on it thoughtfully. If we get high enough, we could shoot him without someone seeing us. But we would need a suppressed weapon... he looked at his pistols; they weren't made for far ranges. He shrugged to himself. The Arctic Warfare better be as good as they said; I miss my M40A3 already. Tested that L96 out though, it kicks ass. More than the M40A3, thats for sure. He continued to eat solemnly, thinking.

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