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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4242141" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>PX Poker Night: Part 5 – Unused Dormitories</strong></p><p></p><p>Campbell half-shoved Caprice most of the way to the dormitories.</p><p></p><p>“Don’t have a brig, huh?”</p><p></p><p>“Do you ever shut up?” snarled Campbell.</p><p></p><p>“Don’t you find it a little odd that there’s a van we’re not supposed to interfere with on base here? I thought all we did was service planes.”</p><p></p><p>“Unlike you, I follow orders,” said Campbell. “And I plan to get out of here.”</p><p></p><p>“When is that exactly?” asked Caprice. But he didn’t get an answered. </p><p></p><p>Campbell unlocked the door. “Get in.”</p><p></p><p>Caprice peered into the darkness. Campbell planted one foot on his back and kicked him in.</p><p></p><p>The door slammed behind him. There was the jangle of the padlocked chain around the door handle as Campbell locked it. The door didn’t actually lock from the outside.</p><p></p><p>There was only a peephole as Caprice’s window to the outside world. It was clear it wasn’t meant to be used for incarcerating prisoners. </p><p></p><p>Caprice could get out if he wanted to. The windows weren’t barred. The only obstacle was Campbell and his M-16. </p><p></p><p>“You notice anything weird about that van?” he asked through the thin door.</p><p></p><p>Campbell sighed but didn’t say anything.</p><p></p><p>“Why were they all wearing motorcycle helmets? That’s not standard issue.”</p><p></p><p>“Like you know anything about standard issue,” said Campbell. “You’re not an officer either.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, well you’re a pretty poor imitation of an airman so we’re even.”</p><p></p><p>Campbell turned suddenly and punched the door. It rattled from the impact. “You know, your face is starting to piss me off.”</p><p></p><p>“My face?” asked Caprice. He tried not to laugh. The man couldn’t even see him. </p><p></p><p>“You’re really starting to piss me off,” said Campbell. “You think it’s funny? You think you’re better than me?”</p><p></p><p>“I uh didn’t say that,” said Caprice. He didn’t like Campbell’s new tone. It had shifted from surly to aggressive. He backed away from the door.</p><p></p><p>“I’m gonna come in there and…” Campbell trailed off. </p><p></p><p>Caprice stared at the doorknob. Nothing happened.</p><p></p><p>After a minute of silence, Caprice asked. “Campbell?”</p><p></p><p>He peered through the peephole. </p><p></p><p>Campbell was staring at the door. His face was oddly curved through the peephole, twisting his features into a monstrous parody with a long nose. Caprice’s eyes were bulging. His mouth hung open in mid-speech. </p><p></p><p>“Campbell? Buddy? You okay?”</p><p></p><p>Campbell didn’t respond.</p><p></p><p>“Anybody?” shouted Caprice. “I think Campbell had a stroke or something.”</p><p></p><p>A long trail of glistening drool spilled over the edge of Campbell’s lip.</p><p></p><p>Caprice pulled open the door as far as it would open, enough so that he could push his face through the door. “Hey. Campbell?” whispered Caprice through the opening. “You feeling all right?”</p><p></p><p>Campbell didn’t respond. He was frozen in mid-rage like a mime, one finger pointed at the door, as if he would jab his finger right through Caprice’s skull. His pupils had shrunken to dots. </p><p></p><p>“Campbell?”</p><p></p><p>Nothing.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t want to do this to you dude, but I figure if this won’t wake you up nothing will.” Caprice took a deep breath. Then he reached down into his toes and the back of his throat, gargled up a wad of phlegm, and with perfect precision, hocked a yellowish glob of spit.</p><p></p><p>It hurled over and over through the air. Caprice watched it tumble in slow-motion.</p><p></p><p>The gob of spit and phlegm struck Campbell in the cheek. It slowly slid down the side of his cheek and joined the trail of spittle down his chin.</p><p></p><p>“…kick your ass!” screamed Campbell. His body jerked into action. </p><p></p><p>“Welcome back,” said Caprice.</p><p></p><p>Campbell reached up, touching his cheek. A string of spit and phlegm stretched from his finger to his face. Campbell’s face turned red.</p><p></p><p>“You spat on me, you son of a bitch?”</p><p></p><p>“Now wait a minute…”</p><p></p><p>He unholstered the M-16 from his shoulder. “I’ll F**#$%G KILL YOU!” </p><p></p><p>Caprice dove down from the door. The machinegun fire peppered the door, the M-16 rattling with all the rage that was bottled up in Campbell. It was so loud that all Caprice could do was cover his ears and scream.</p><p></p><p>The door shuddered as if pounded on by a thousand fists. Caprice couldn’t believe it was still standing—the door dangled from the frame by the lock alone. </p><p></p><p>The machinegun fire went on and on. Caprice kept screaming. He emptied the entire clip. </p><p></p><p>Finally, silence. Gunfire still echoed in Caprice’s ears; he could feel the vibration in his chest. </p><p></p><p>Caprice crawled to his knees. Beyond the door was silence once more.</p><p></p><p>The door’s wood was splintered so much that he could see through it. The dark shadow of Campbell was there. One arm was lifted, as if he was holding his head. </p><p></p><p>Caprice slowly reached for the doorknob. </p><p></p><p>He peered through the holes. Campbell had something pointed at his head. </p><p></p><p>“Campbell?” he whispered.</p><p></p><p>A single pistol shot rang out.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4242141, member: 3285"] [b]PX Poker Night: Part 5 – Unused Dormitories[/b] Campbell half-shoved Caprice most of the way to the dormitories. “Don’t have a brig, huh?” “Do you ever shut up?” snarled Campbell. “Don’t you find it a little odd that there’s a van we’re not supposed to interfere with on base here? I thought all we did was service planes.” “Unlike you, I follow orders,” said Campbell. “And I plan to get out of here.” “When is that exactly?” asked Caprice. But he didn’t get an answered. Campbell unlocked the door. “Get in.” Caprice peered into the darkness. Campbell planted one foot on his back and kicked him in. The door slammed behind him. There was the jangle of the padlocked chain around the door handle as Campbell locked it. The door didn’t actually lock from the outside. There was only a peephole as Caprice’s window to the outside world. It was clear it wasn’t meant to be used for incarcerating prisoners. Caprice could get out if he wanted to. The windows weren’t barred. The only obstacle was Campbell and his M-16. “You notice anything weird about that van?” he asked through the thin door. Campbell sighed but didn’t say anything. “Why were they all wearing motorcycle helmets? That’s not standard issue.” “Like you know anything about standard issue,” said Campbell. “You’re not an officer either.” “Yeah, well you’re a pretty poor imitation of an airman so we’re even.” Campbell turned suddenly and punched the door. It rattled from the impact. “You know, your face is starting to piss me off.” “My face?” asked Caprice. He tried not to laugh. The man couldn’t even see him. “You’re really starting to piss me off,” said Campbell. “You think it’s funny? You think you’re better than me?” “I uh didn’t say that,” said Caprice. He didn’t like Campbell’s new tone. It had shifted from surly to aggressive. He backed away from the door. “I’m gonna come in there and…” Campbell trailed off. Caprice stared at the doorknob. Nothing happened. After a minute of silence, Caprice asked. “Campbell?” He peered through the peephole. Campbell was staring at the door. His face was oddly curved through the peephole, twisting his features into a monstrous parody with a long nose. Caprice’s eyes were bulging. His mouth hung open in mid-speech. “Campbell? Buddy? You okay?” Campbell didn’t respond. “Anybody?” shouted Caprice. “I think Campbell had a stroke or something.” A long trail of glistening drool spilled over the edge of Campbell’s lip. Caprice pulled open the door as far as it would open, enough so that he could push his face through the door. “Hey. Campbell?” whispered Caprice through the opening. “You feeling all right?” Campbell didn’t respond. He was frozen in mid-rage like a mime, one finger pointed at the door, as if he would jab his finger right through Caprice’s skull. His pupils had shrunken to dots. “Campbell?” Nothing. “I don’t want to do this to you dude, but I figure if this won’t wake you up nothing will.” Caprice took a deep breath. Then he reached down into his toes and the back of his throat, gargled up a wad of phlegm, and with perfect precision, hocked a yellowish glob of spit. It hurled over and over through the air. Caprice watched it tumble in slow-motion. The gob of spit and phlegm struck Campbell in the cheek. It slowly slid down the side of his cheek and joined the trail of spittle down his chin. “…kick your ass!” screamed Campbell. His body jerked into action. “Welcome back,” said Caprice. Campbell reached up, touching his cheek. A string of spit and phlegm stretched from his finger to his face. Campbell’s face turned red. “You spat on me, you son of a bitch?” “Now wait a minute…” He unholstered the M-16 from his shoulder. “I’ll F**#$%G KILL YOU!” Caprice dove down from the door. The machinegun fire peppered the door, the M-16 rattling with all the rage that was bottled up in Campbell. It was so loud that all Caprice could do was cover his ears and scream. The door shuddered as if pounded on by a thousand fists. Caprice couldn’t believe it was still standing—the door dangled from the frame by the lock alone. The machinegun fire went on and on. Caprice kept screaming. He emptied the entire clip. Finally, silence. Gunfire still echoed in Caprice’s ears; he could feel the vibration in his chest. Caprice crawled to his knees. Beyond the door was silence once more. The door’s wood was splintered so much that he could see through it. The dark shadow of Campbell was there. One arm was lifted, as if he was holding his head. Caprice slowly reached for the doorknob. He peered through the holes. Campbell had something pointed at his head. “Campbell?” he whispered. A single pistol shot rang out. [/QUOTE]
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