FourtyTwoMission Kheshig don't care. XD. Doesn't mean he won't try to save the footage caught by any of the cameras, though. For bargaining material, if nothing else.
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At this point I don't even care where I end up. I just want to do something productive, bloody hell.
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Haha, fair enough. I'll be clearer next time.
Hm... I had thought that it was implied that Kheshig's eyes were back on the road when Birdseed was going through his stuff.
Oh, I wouldn't say that. Too wordy for my liking, but I'm working on it. XD Thank you for the kind words, though, I appreciate it.
It's a style that's worth the effort to learn. You've got the character focus of the first person point of view, but still retain the ability introduce new characters or describe new sceneries as a semi-omnipresent narrator.
It's a style that's worth the effort to learn. You've got the character focus of the first person point of view, but still retain the ability introduce new characters or describe new sceneries as a semi-omnipresent narrator.
I know, but I'm writing in a sort of limited third person perspective (or trying to, love that style, hard to do). He's taking the term 'toy' as literal at best, derogatory at worst, and I'm writing Kheshig's part as how he perceives it, rather than what actually is.
I'm hoping that's what you're referring to, because otherwise I was intending for Khershig to not notice Birdseed looking through his gear.
I'm hoping that's what you're referring to, because otherwise I was intending for Khershig to not notice Birdseed looking through his gear.
"Those are not toys," Kheshig said, with a hint of whiny indignation in his voice. He did not understand why so many of these westerners referred to his creations as mere 'toys'. He could understand it coming from his civilian acquaintances; to them he showed the whimsical and pointless creations every time anyone asked about his hobby and life beyond work. It was a convenient way of explaining away his rare public appearances and lack of a social life. However, coming from his fellow agents, that felt like an insult, though it was certainly not said that way. Maybe there was something he was not getting. It had only been barely a year since he stepped onto British soil, and colloquialisms were still something he was getting used to.
They had entered the city proper, and now Kheshig slowed down slightly. He wanted to be careful to avoid drawing unnecessary attention to themselves. "A well-timed kiss indeed," he muttered to himself. If things did go south, it would do so quickly and spectacularly, and he doubted Birdseed's ability to pull off her plan in such a short time frame. Of course, he was willing to be surprised, and had every faith that she knew what she was doing. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he saw the grenades Birdseed had packed. "Now that is a plan I agree with." He said, no small amount of approval in his voice.
He pulled over by the sidewalk once they were around eight or nine blocks away from the flower shop. "This is where we split up." He said. "I will drive around and park at the back. Position will be relayed to the two of you later on during exfiltration. May speed and skill grace your actions."
Once the car doors were shut, he drove off, speaking into the radio once again. "This is callsign Kheshig. Callsigns Condor and Birdseed have dismounted and are foot-mobile towards target building. Break. ETA on my arrival, five mikes, repeat, fiver mikes. Over."
They had entered the city proper, and now Kheshig slowed down slightly. He wanted to be careful to avoid drawing unnecessary attention to themselves. "A well-timed kiss indeed," he muttered to himself. If things did go south, it would do so quickly and spectacularly, and he doubted Birdseed's ability to pull off her plan in such a short time frame. Of course, he was willing to be surprised, and had every faith that she knew what she was doing. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he saw the grenades Birdseed had packed. "Now that is a plan I agree with." He said, no small amount of approval in his voice.
He pulled over by the sidewalk once they were around eight or nine blocks away from the flower shop. "This is where we split up." He said. "I will drive around and park at the back. Position will be relayed to the two of you later on during exfiltration. May speed and skill grace your actions."
Once the car doors were shut, he drove off, speaking into the radio once again. "This is callsign Kheshig. Callsigns Condor and Birdseed have dismounted and are foot-mobile towards target building. Break. ETA on my arrival, five mikes, repeat, fiver mikes. Over."
Seeing as how he's currently doing mission prep, you could just do a post about that. Show his thought process, approach towards the mission and some personality quirks here and there.
That doesn't sound too bad. I'd wish you luck, but luck's never been on good terms with me.
I recall one paper where I had a whole row of answers that was just 'A'. I figured that something had to be up and so went back and changed a few. Turns out the answer to every multiple choice was indeed 'A'. At least that section was only worth ten marks, otherwise tables would've been flipped. ._.
I recall one paper where I had a whole row of answers that was just 'A'. I figured that something had to be up and so went back and changed a few. Turns out the answer to every multiple choice was indeed 'A'. At least that section was only worth ten marks, otherwise tables would've been flipped. ._.
23% doesn't sound too hard, though it depends 23% of what, exactly.
I remember when I had grades to worry about. Seems like such a long time ago. XD
I remember when I had grades to worry about. Seems like such a long time ago. XD
One klick isn't all that far, but perhaps all my marching in the army has finally fried my sense of distance. ><''
I'll change it to a more vague term to allow for some leeway.
EDIT: And done.
I'll change it to a more vague term to allow for some leeway.
EDIT: And done.
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