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<blockquote data-quote="Dark Nemesis" data-source="post: 880679" data-attributes="member: 11714">Seldom used PathwaySomewhere in the Catskills Mountains, New York5:30pm, Late Spring, 2003Amazingly enough, her language got even even more colorful when she realized she was bleeding.&nbsp; She could see the sniper, but she would probably have a better chance of actually being able to shoot him with her rifle, which was in the car.&nbsp; Ducking down behind the sedan, she once again reached up for the door handle, to check to see if the car door was locked.&nbsp; &quot;Go stróice an diabhal do bhall fearga,&quot;she swore at the sniper, fairly certain he would understand what she was saying, but not caring if he took offense to it.&nbsp; She did not bother with the wound on her arm... she would look at it when she was no longer in a firefight.&quot;Simms, did you see him?&quot; She asked finally, remembering that the airman was there too.&nbsp; &quot;He's at about ten o'clock, under some brush.&nbsp; Is he a friend of yours?&quot;&nbsp; If he was, she supposed she would be finding out soon enough.&nbsp; Could it be coincidence that the airman showed up at the same time as the IRA?&nbsp; Not bloody likely.&nbsp; She would just have to keep an eye on him.&nbsp; And if he and the sniper were not together... well, Simms was cute enough that Rylee would not mind keeping an eye on him anyway.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Dark Nemesis, post: 880679, member: 11714"] [i]Seldom used Pathway Somewhere in the Catskills Mountains, New York 5:30pm, Late Spring, 2003[/i] Amazingly enough, her language got even even more colorful when she realized she was bleeding. She could see the sniper, but she would probably have a better chance of actually being able to shoot him with her rifle, which was in the car. Ducking down behind the sedan, she once again reached up for the door handle, to check to see if the car door was locked. "Go stróice an diabhal do bhall fearga,"she swore at the sniper, fairly certain he would understand what she was saying, but not caring if he took offense to it. She did not bother with the wound on her arm... she would look at it when she was no longer in a firefight. "Simms, did you see him?" She asked finally, remembering that the airman was there too. "He's at about ten o'clock, under some brush. Is he a friend of yours?" If he was, she supposed she would be finding out soon enough. Could it be coincidence that the airman showed up at the same time as the IRA? Not bloody likely. She would just have to keep an eye on him. And if he and the sniper were not together... well, Simms was cute enough that Rylee would not mind keeping an eye on him anyway. [/QUOTE]

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