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<blockquote data-quote="Dark Nemesis" data-source="post: 883012" data-attributes="member: 11714">Seldom used PathwaySomewhere in the Catskills Mountains, New York5:30pm, Late Spring, 2003&quot;If he is still alive, I would prefer to put a bullet in his brain myself,&quot; Rylee replied, checking the number of shells she had left.&nbsp; Not that she got any special pleasure out of killing IRA assassins, but she reste a bit easier if she knew for certain that they were dead.&nbsp; &quot;If you really want to go, though, suit yourself.&nbsp; Careful though, there might be a second one waiting out in the trees somewhere.&quot;&nbsp; It was not unheard of for te IRA t send to assassins, just to make sure the job got done.&nbsp; While the airman went out to check the sniper, Rylee kept an eye on him and the surrounding forest, in search of any other signs of movement.&nbsp; Just in case, her rifle was resting on the sedan, ready to aim and shoot at a moment's notice.&nbsp; Now that the affect of the adrenaline was starting to wear off, she was more aware of just how much her wounds hurt, and just how much she was bleeding.&nbsp; It was making her feel light- headed!&nbsp; After she had seen for herself that the sniper was dead, she would definitely be retrieving the first aid kit she kept in her bag for such emergencies... in particular, that flask of good Irish wiskey!</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Dark Nemesis, post: 883012, member: 11714"] [i]Seldom used Pathway Somewhere in the Catskills Mountains, New York 5:30pm, Late Spring, 2003[/i] "If he is still alive, I would prefer to put a bullet in his brain myself," Rylee replied, checking the number of shells she had left. Not that she got any special pleasure out of killing IRA assassins, but she reste a bit easier if she knew for certain that they were dead. "If you really want to go, though, suit yourself. Careful though, there might be a second one waiting out in the trees somewhere." It was not unheard of for te IRA t send to assassins, just to make sure the job got done. While the airman went out to check the sniper, Rylee kept an eye on him and the surrounding forest, in search of any other signs of movement. Just in case, her rifle was resting on the sedan, ready to aim and shoot at a moment's notice. Now that the affect of the adrenaline was starting to wear off, she was more aware of just how much her wounds hurt, and just how much she was bleeding. It was making her feel light- headed! After she had seen for herself that the sniper was dead, she would definitely be retrieving the first aid kit she kept in her bag for such emergencies... in particular, that flask of good Irish wiskey! [/QUOTE]

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