Patterson, K. C
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Chief Warrant Officer
"We all must atone for our sins, we must not pass them on to the next generation."
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Post by Patterson, K. C on May 27, 2008 3:30:54 GMT -5
Kristie checked, double checked and triple checked all her various instruments and gages scattered around her cockpit. She never loved night flying, but in truth was becoming very fond of the idea. Screaming in at 70MPH and firing a barrage of missiles and bullets at her target, then fleeing back to base before anyone was the wiser, and never even getting seen. For that reason and more, she was definitely delighted to be on this operation. She glanced off to her right at the Osprey's sailing across the black skies, her night vision goggles illuminating the strange looking transport with the help of the natural light.
She had never flown one, and only saw them once before. She was actually quite amazed at how good they looked, she assumed they'd be a little different, but was not disappointed regardless. Kristie returned her mind to the current situation, as the target became distantly visible without night vision, and invisible with it, Kristie cracked her neck once more, and clipped on her breathing mask.
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Post by Koveleski, C. on May 27, 2008 9:36:56 GMT -5
Chris sat silent and still. He was about to drop in with the troops and run off to a snipers perch. From there he would decisively and effectively choose targets and personally reach out and touch them from great distances. He was getting into the mind set where the systematic extermination of a target would not bother or distract him. They would turn into those paper targets that he shot at the range, not a human being. If they did stay human to him they were there to kill him and his friends either way and it would be him or them...they'd have to go. That was always the dilemma of a sniper and it never went away. This is what made the job as hard as it was but even still Chris was good and he would do his best to keep everyone one the ground alive and out of harms way. With that thought a smile crept across his face. The Arch angel, the herald. He loved his call sign and kept smiling knowing that his rifle fire would do just that, let the enemy and friends know that they were not alone.
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