MadThinker
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Lt. Luthor Donovan (3d4 52VP 12WP)
Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0740.24 hours, June 3, 2003
Donovan lowered the rifle slightly and watched the thing fall. He smiled, satisfied with his work.
Yippee-ki-yay, motherf@*ker!
Donovan grabbed his seabag and slung it over his shoulder. He began moving toward the Stargate, but kept his rifle trained in the direction of the smaller creatures.
Inside Warehouse 37
Las Vegas, Nevada
0740.24 hours, June 3, 2003
Donovan raised his sights ever so slightly and waited to take his shot. On one of the salamander’s rhythmic weaves, his target of choice was moving into position. Anticipating the completion of the creature’s movement, Donovan fired his sniper rifle. In the blink after the shot, Donovan didn’t see if the shot hit its mark. The creature had stopped its movement. For a second (which actually seemed like much longer), the creature froze in its tracks . . . its huge spear slipped from its fingers . . . and it began to fall backward onto its back.
Donovan lowered the rifle slightly and watched the thing fall. He smiled, satisfied with his work.
Yippee-ki-yay, motherf@*ker!
Donovan grabbed his seabag and slung it over his shoulder. He began moving toward the Stargate, but kept his rifle trained in the direction of the smaller creatures.
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