Re: Mullered Marines

The marines weren't to happy to see the young sandwichsmith, even
though that didn't all see him at the same time, they all sensed
something that was at the other side of the spectrum of their being.
It wassn't suddenly, it was more like a volley of musket in one of
the olden wars, they were each taking turns. Their harden minds put
their bodies on alert, hoping and praying to God that the young
misfit would do something worthy of opening up a Can of Whoop-ass,
or if they didn't have a can of whoop-ass they were just going to
kick the living crap out of him. Taylor himself felt like a sheep
trying to sneak up on a flock of wolfs. Did the young man know how
to fight, yes you didn't get through Peace Corp Boot Camp, or The
Earl of Sandwich academy withou knowing how to throw down, but these
were marine. These guys fired at monsters that no ammo could
penetrate and laughed about it if they survived. He was treading
lightly, and trying not to bump into anyone, but he luck was about
to run out.
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