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Wednesday, 29 May 2013

Short story.



The virus.
"WE HAVE TO GO NOW!" Sgt. Rick shouted as half of the concrete wall collapsed. The sound of bullets whizzed by Sgt.Ricks head. The unstable building was shaking like a wet dog as the building got covered in tank shells Sgt.Wilson was still In trying to hack the volt in the next crumbled room.
Sgt.Rick slamed his back on the wall in desperate cover from the enemy south koreans.
"I GOT IT". Sgt. Wilson shouted over the sound of screaming tank engines. Wilson came out of the room, Carrying a large black box holding the virus responsible for thousands of deaths. As soon as Sgt.Rick saw the box he pulled the large cilander from his back strap. Wilson shoved the Black box into the cilander and shoved his hands over his ears, Rick pushed the green button on the base of the metal cilander and also put his hands to his ears. The two marines dived to the ground liks a Richie Macaw scoring a try. The box flew out of the cilander as fast as fast can be. Wilson being the less experienced one asked Rick where the box was going to?
"The middle of the dessert where no one can touch it". Rick explained Wilson smiled.

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