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<blockquote data-quote="Dark Nemesis" data-source="post: 880544" data-attributes="member: 11714">&quot;Don't call me ma'am.&nbsp; Rylee will do just fine,&quot; she said with a small smile, pausing long enough to examine the airman.&nbsp; It was amazing how much detail one missed when they were looking at someone through the crosshairs of a rifle.&nbsp; After getting a good look at the airman, including the name on his name badge, she started toward the log.&nbsp; &quot;Did you have a tough time getting here?&quot;&nbsp; She said this simply to make conversation... she knew how tough it was to get this far, that was the whole reason she had bought the cabin up here.&nbsp; If the airman answers, she does not catch it, as her attention is drawn to the rock that had just shattered on the path.&nbsp; She uttered a string of curse words that was so markedly American, in belied her heavy Irish accent as she dove for cover behind the car.&nbsp; She risked a quick glance at the airman, assuming that he had also heard the shot, before scanning the trees, searching for the faceless sniper.&nbsp; With one hand, she checked the car door to see if it was locked, hoping to get to her rifle.&nbsp; She did not want to go for her second weapon, unless she had to.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Dark Nemesis, post: 880544, member: 11714"] "Don't call me ma'am. Rylee will do just fine," she said with a small smile, pausing long enough to examine the airman. It was amazing how much detail one missed when they were looking at someone through the crosshairs of a rifle. After getting a good look at the airman, including the name on his name badge, she started toward the log. "Did you have a tough time getting here?" She said this simply to make conversation... she knew how tough it was to get this far, that was the whole reason she had bought the cabin up here. If the airman answers, she does not catch it, as her attention is drawn to the rock that had just shattered on the path. She uttered a string of curse words that was so markedly American, in belied her heavy Irish accent as she dove for cover behind the car. She risked a quick glance at the airman, assuming that he had also heard the shot, before scanning the trees, searching for the faceless sniper. With one hand, she checked the car door to see if it was locked, hoping to get to her rifle. She did not want to go for her second weapon, unless she had to. [/QUOTE]

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