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7/7/2016 1:18:24 AM
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My slumber was peaceful. Quiet, even, despite the location of the Bloodwrath. Suffice to say, I slept like a rock, at least partially thanks to my training.
Of course, waking up a rock takes a bit more than a shake of the shoulder. So it was that I found myself suddenly not in my warm, soft bed, but rather landing on the cold, hard floor.
"SONNUVABITCH!"
And so the cycle continued.
[spoiler]Open to Pavel.[/spoiler]
English
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As I got up from the floor and grabbed my glasses from where I had put them last night, I bit back a retort. I should have asked when we would need to head out, and seen if I couldn't get an alarm clock or the like. Instead, I said, "How much time do we have?"
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This time, I couldn't contain the snort. "Thanks for the heads up," I said, even as I moved to get geared up. Moving quickly, I managed to get my gear on in around ten minutes, with the rest spent getting a bite of breakfast and asking for directions to the ops room. I walked in just as I finished the ration bar - tasted like boiled shoe leather, but it was something - looked around for Blackburn.
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"Yes, something, I could have sworn something was there. In any case, the patrol we were supposed to go on got cancelled. Those new arrivals, the legionnaires, already beat us to it. Found some interesting Intel on a dark eldar position."
