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<blockquote data-quote="Dark Nemesis" data-source="post: 885195" data-attributes="member: 11714">Seldom used PathwaySomewhere in the Catskills Mountains, New York5:35pm, Late Spring, 2003&quot;I think perhaps you might be right,&quot; Rylee said quietly.&nbsp; Tht was the third one this month.&nbsp; Really, this was getting ridculous.&nbsp; Perhaps it was time to move on, find another place to live.&nbsp; These assasins seemed to be having too easy of a time finding her, anymore.&nbsp; Maybe the Sierra Madres?&nbsp; She would figure it out, after she found out what it was exactly that the Air Force wanted with her.&quot;That has been my experience.&nbsp; Things get really quiet, with firefights and grizzly bears,&quot; she replied with a smile, but it was clear by the tone of her voice that she as not joking.After they got the log moved, Rylee took a moment to strip off her heavy overcoat, mesh vest, and shirt, down to the tanktop she used as an undershirt.&nbsp; She retrived from her backpack her first aid kit, which contained several different sizes of bandages, and a silver colored flask.&nbsp; She took a long pull from the flask, and paused a moment, letting the warmth of the whiskey run through her.&nbsp; She then poured a little of it onto a cotton dressing and applyed the dressing it to her bullet wound.&nbsp; It stung, but hopefully wound keep it from getting infected.&nbsp; Finally, se applied a bandageoer top.&nbsp; &quot;That should do it,&quot; she said at last, putting the modified first aid kit away.&nbsp; &quot;I am ready to go if you are...&quot; she paused then, realizing something.&nbsp; &quot;You know, Simms, I never caught your first name.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Dark Nemesis, post: 885195, member: 11714"] [i]Seldom used Pathway Somewhere in the Catskills Mountains, New York 5:35pm, Late Spring, 2003[/i] "I think perhaps you might be right," Rylee said quietly. Tht was the third one this month. Really, this was getting ridculous. Perhaps it was time to move on, find another place to live. These assasins seemed to be having too easy of a time finding her, anymore. Maybe the Sierra Madres? She would figure it out, after she found out what it was exactly that the Air Force wanted with her. "That has been my experience. Things get really quiet, with firefights and grizzly bears," she replied with a smile, but it was clear by the tone of her voice that she as not joking. After they got the log moved, Rylee took a moment to strip off her heavy overcoat, mesh vest, and shirt, down to the tanktop she used as an undershirt. She retrived from her backpack her first aid kit, which contained several different sizes of bandages, and a silver colored flask. She took a long pull from the flask, and paused a moment, letting the warmth of the whiskey run through her. She then poured a little of it onto a cotton dressing and applyed the dressing it to her bullet wound. It stung, but hopefully wound keep it from getting infected. Finally, se applied a bandageoer top. "That should do it," she said at last, putting the modified first aid kit away. "I am ready to go if you are..." she paused then, realizing something. "You know, Simms, I never caught your first name." [/QUOTE]

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