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| 23 Oct 2014 09:21 PM |
Name: Alessandra Scime Age: 25 Gender: Female Respective Country: Italy Appearance:http://uploa d.wiki media. org/wikipedia /commons/3/32/Itali an_Soldier_Olypmic_Games_T urin_2006.jpg
You awake in a villa with a torn Italian flag over your cot. Five more women are in the same villa with you. A metal locker on it's side contains twelve AGM-1 Carbines with fifteen .45 ACP magazines and Kevlar Bulletproof vests on coat-hangers. Soot is collected on the sill of a window overlooking a road. A pigeon rests at it's nest on a flower-bed next to the window on the left. A platter of twelve omelets is on a coffee table in the center of the room along with ingredients to make lattes. |
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| 23 Oct 2014 09:34 PM |
| (Wait, am I laying in bed or what?) |
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| 23 Oct 2014 09:36 PM |
| I get out of bed, putting the covers decently afterwards. Then, I walk up to the locker and put my clothes and equipment on. |
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| 23 Oct 2014 09:37 PM |
| Your shoulder your carbine after putting on the vest. You stare hungrily at the omelete. |
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| 23 Oct 2014 09:38 PM |
| As my mouth waters, I force myself to brew a latte up before I sit down and begin eating my omellete. I observe if any other women have stirred. |
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| 23 Oct 2014 09:42 PM |
| At the sound of your loud sipping, Sonya, a fellow soldier, groans. She gets up and speaks to you in Italian; "Non puoi essere più tranquillo?" she says. She feels along her spine with the back of her hand. She walks over the the locker. She picks up a carbine and slings it across her chest. She sits next to you at the coffee table and begins to make herself a latte. "Nulla da HQ? Missioni, qualche cosa?" she says, swishing around the mixture with a teaspoon. |
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idunwanna
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| 23 Oct 2014 09:45 PM |
| (er, prec, can we use english instead of italian? I can't translate.) |
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| 23 Oct 2014 09:52 PM |
| "Non ho sentito parlare di eventuali missioni. La nostra scommessa migliore è quello di pattugliare solo fino a diversa," I reply, taking a large bite from my omelete and sipping my latte, while I wait for the others to wake. |
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| 23 Oct 2014 10:09 PM |
Three hours later...
Walking along the city limits, three jets fly overhead. The next thing is large explosion at the suburban countryside. |
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| 23 Oct 2014 11:29 PM |
| I check if anyone is with me, if so I yell,"Raggiungere la periferia!" I sprint down the street towards any jeep if we have one, otherwise I just run there on foot, while running I yell,"Qualcuno sa quale paese quei getti rappresentavano?!" |
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| 24 Oct 2014 06:30 PM |
| A BMW i8 rolls up next to you. Two men step out, one wearing a Deadmau5 helmet with neon lights and carrying a FNAB-43 with a silver chain with an illuminati draping towards his abdominals. The other one is wearing a brown owl mask with a bandana covering his face. Through the peep holes you see red contacts in his eyes. One has hazel brown hair, the other has blonde combed over to the side. They both rest their weapons at a firing position towards you and say confidently in unison; "Dove è il campeggio più vicino?". |
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| 24 Oct 2014 10:06 PM |
| "Down that way, it's where we were camping before patrolling," I say, pointing in the direction of the camp. Then I look around to check if any other women are with me. |
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| 24 Oct 2014 10:07 PM |
(i copy and pasted the english version. darnit)
"Giù in questo modo, è dove siamo stati in campeggio prima di pattugliamento," I say, pointing in the direction of the camp. Then I look around to check if any other women are with me.
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| 24 Oct 2014 10:30 PM |
| You see a flicker of light as the kid's standing next to the Deadmau5 helmet kid is forehead explodes.A usher of blood pours out as he drops to his knees and the face first. The Deadmau5 kid is taken aback from the shot and stare at his dead friend. |
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| 24 Oct 2014 10:38 PM |
| I dash for cover behind the vehicle from whichever direction the bullet came. I duck my head down and observe what type of gernades I have as I yell,"Venite a qualche copertura, nascondersi dietro un muro o qualcosa del genere!" |
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| 24 Oct 2014 10:41 PM |
| You fumble through your satchel and realize that you left your hand-grenades at the villa earlier this morning. You duck behind the BMW i8's hood as the boy turns around, he takes off the helmet and is crying. His hair is matted along his face which is drenched in sweat. His eyes stained red and then PLOOF... he looks down at his chest. And falls head-first in front of you, his legs and arms tightly bound to his torso and thigh. A pool of blood seeps out from under the boy and floods the concrete. |
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| 24 Oct 2014 10:48 PM |
| I check the boy for a pulse, and if there is any I drag him behind the car and pop a flare, that is if I have one. After that I take out my walkie talkie and yell into it for evac, if I have one. If there is no pulse I shoot in the direction of the gunfire, and I check my vest for a flare or a walkie talkie. |
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| 24 Oct 2014 10:55 PM |
| No pulse is found on the boy. In your nervous flurry, you manage to break the flare but it fizzes out three seconds before it can take to the air. Your hipfire inaccurately shoots and then a response come through your walkie-talkie; "Hey! Hey! Smettere di sparare a me! Stavano per ucciderti, ho visto le dita sul grilletto. Non ti preoccupare. Ci vediamo lì presto." one of the girls from your squad says. |
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| 24 Oct 2014 11:01 PM |
| I drop the boy and point the gun at the boy's head and yell,"Non spostare o il tuo cervello sarà schizzato sul marciapiede!" Then I pick my walkie-talkie up and say into it,"Va bene, così posso finirlo o tenerlo in vita?" |
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| 24 Oct 2014 11:04 PM |
| You blush at your mistake of thinking that the boys are both still alive. |
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| 24 Oct 2014 11:23 PM |
| I leave their bodies and pick up my walkie talkie and say,"Devo venire da voi o restare? E ciò che è stato con questo attacco aereo? Hai visto che cosa nazione rappresentavano?" |
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| 24 Oct 2014 11:57 PM |
(Your translation was shoddy but I'll work with what I got.)
The sniper responds; "No, io non so che cosa è con gli attacchi aerei. Madeline e Courie scesero al campo per provare a chiedere Tenente cosa sta succedendo qui fuori. Non ho ancora avuto una risposta."
Five minutes later...
A Jeep Wrangler from America drove up to you. The hood had a makeshift hole in it with a stationary gatling gun hinged to a ammunition box above the passenger's seat window. You see Caroline, a German that moved to Italy as a child and became an orphan to join the I.A.R and protect her beloved country.
"Ciao, signora Alessandra. Si prega, l'uomo la pistola gatling." she says, looking at you with her crystal blue eyes. |
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| 25 Oct 2014 01:18 AM |
| "Andrà bene," I say, nodding as I climb behind the gattling gun, loading it up and making sure everything works before I let Caroline drive us to our destination. |
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