Post by Zeq on Dec 27, 2013 0:36:51 GMT -8
The poison between his lips cooked as he breathed in the only thing that could and is getting close to killing the red headed man feeding led into his pride and joy. Laser weaponry was the more civilized weapon of choice & more powerful then the basic revolver but a little blood always made a shootout more exciting and colorful, especially when your the one sending murderers to a psychiatrist for mental evaluation after one encounter with Zeq. He was slightly insane, when you love the smell of a smoking hot barrel & the feeling of steel against the palm of your hand there is no doubt about it.
I've seen many men before. He's literally the first guy on our side I'm scared shitless of, it's his methods. They're not normal. A soldier told another while Zeq lifted his fingers to the tip of his smoke and took those last few puffs. He got up rolling his tongue in to chew on what was left of his smoke, moving towards the field officer who'd been hunched over feeling sick at the sight of what he just seen him do. I was trying to quit so i began chewing the cigarette butts..
He said to the commanding officer who glared at him in disgust and curiosity as well, the taste must of been revolting especially since those were the thicker types. Was trying . . . ?
Zeq grew quiet, starring into the void in front of himself like his head was empty for a second.
Now I'm addicted to chewing on cigarette butts...keep up old man.
He took the commanders map from his hands and threw it out onto the table top, he slammed his hands down on top then looked the map over. He begun shaking his head until he slammed his fist on the table. Garbage...complete garbage!! GET THIS SHIT OUT OF HERE!
He said and took the map, tearing it to pieces in front of his commander. He pointed at him then looked to the wooden table, as the plan started to unravel. I need you to imagine something for me...just work with me here. I need you to imagine that map i just tore to pieces like it was before you scribbled that bullshit all over the place. Okay?
It was confusing to follow Zeq's state of mind, speaking to the commander 'Okay' with a friendly smirk across his mouth. Without saying anything the commander merely nodded, his mouth parted, cautious of getting to close. You cannot send your soldiers head on into turret fire, even I'm not that stupid. The hills have narrow cliff edges, the hill tops are peeked. I suggest you send artillery and let the hill do the heavy work and once those turrets have been destroyed then you send in your men threw the exposed areas open for attack. Just let me take care of General Corez...Ive got unfinished business with the bastard. He looked directly at his superior. Commander, just make the turrets a first priority.
I've seen many men before. He's literally the first guy on our side I'm scared shitless of, it's his methods. They're not normal. A soldier told another while Zeq lifted his fingers to the tip of his smoke and took those last few puffs. He got up rolling his tongue in to chew on what was left of his smoke, moving towards the field officer who'd been hunched over feeling sick at the sight of what he just seen him do. I was trying to quit so i began chewing the cigarette butts..
He said to the commanding officer who glared at him in disgust and curiosity as well, the taste must of been revolting especially since those were the thicker types. Was trying . . . ?
Zeq grew quiet, starring into the void in front of himself like his head was empty for a second.
Now I'm addicted to chewing on cigarette butts...keep up old man.
He took the commanders map from his hands and threw it out onto the table top, he slammed his hands down on top then looked the map over. He begun shaking his head until he slammed his fist on the table. Garbage...complete garbage!! GET THIS SHIT OUT OF HERE!
He said and took the map, tearing it to pieces in front of his commander. He pointed at him then looked to the wooden table, as the plan started to unravel. I need you to imagine something for me...just work with me here. I need you to imagine that map i just tore to pieces like it was before you scribbled that bullshit all over the place. Okay?
It was confusing to follow Zeq's state of mind, speaking to the commander 'Okay' with a friendly smirk across his mouth. Without saying anything the commander merely nodded, his mouth parted, cautious of getting to close. You cannot send your soldiers head on into turret fire, even I'm not that stupid. The hills have narrow cliff edges, the hill tops are peeked. I suggest you send artillery and let the hill do the heavy work and once those turrets have been destroyed then you send in your men threw the exposed areas open for attack. Just let me take care of General Corez...Ive got unfinished business with the bastard. He looked directly at his superior. Commander, just make the turrets a first priority.