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in the valley of darkness in the shadows of the night rising from the ashes of humanity he lives for honor THE REALM OF THE ROGUE MARINE |
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Alternate Entry 2 Greetings, Before I write this Alternate Entry, I just wanna make it clear to some who may be confused, or will be later on: I'm actually blonde, a tad overweight, and wear glasses. I write Alternate Entries bases on a fictious profile, but use real feelings and events as the basis for these Entries. In short, the actual entry is basically taking something in my life and turning it into a story. Plus I'll be using some of this in an upcoming book that I'm writing, so keep that in mind too. Hope that clears it up. If you're reading this for the first time, you can read the first entry by Clicking Here. Ferret surveyed the area with his electronic binoculars. The enhanced set that he carried allowed him to zoom in and zoom out, and included thermal and night imaging, as laser rangefinder. Plus it fit convinently in the small pouch on his left hip. On top of that, it was small enough to wear comfortly with the headstrap, so that he wouldn't need to tire his arms holding the 'scope', and so had them wrapped around his eyes. On his right he carried his "partner", his silenced .45ACP caliber pistol he named "Snake" awhile ago. Tonight Snake was also equipped with a light/laser aiming module, with a selector lever that had positions for either light, or both at the same time. Four additional 12-round magazines accompanied the one already locked into the weapon, with two magazines attached to holders on the holster itself, and the other two in a separate holder next to the holster, on the front, right next to his sheatherd K-Bar combat knife. Stakeouts were never fun, and he preferred to do it in a dry and dark area. His camoflauge suit, desinged to reduce the sound of his movements in addition to helping him blend in with the forrest, provided the cover, but the hard rain seemly found it's way into his suit, and denied him the dryness he would have preferred. 'Oh well. It could be worse', he thought to himself. He could be doing this during the day. At least his subject liked to be out with nature, and it gave him several places to sit and observe, a fact not lost upon the subject. Rogue snickered as he remembered the ease of rendering three of the perimeter guards unconscious, and then bounding, gagging, and then hanging them from branches right over the nearby stream. He rose from his perch, and headed down the small hill overlook a small but seemingly cozy wooden house. THe subject had some information about his company's daliances with military projects and genetic experiments. Rumor even had it that Subject's company had full co-operation with one of the branches of the military. 'too little known, not a good thing.' he thought as he found a small outcropping of roots that might cover him from the rain that fell through the canopy of trees. Lying prone on his stomach, he pulled out his 'scope' and focused them on the half-circular driveway of the house. Using his left thumb, he flicked a switch to the night-vision setting, and he could then clearly see the fence surrounding the front of the driveway clearly, although very green.
'Electrified fences are never fun. My feet still hurt from jumping over it.' Rogue settled in, and while watching for Subject's arrival and any wandering guards, he let his mind wander to the previous night. He couldn't help but smile, considering that he had been in a warm bed, laying next to his wife. She was so young, same age as himself, and always there when he needed comfort. He had joined the NGO "Oversight" before he knew her, and, even after marrying his wife, couldn't bring himself to leave the organization. Oversight may be fringe, but they had huge backers, supplying them money and equipment. Oversight had a total of seven members tasked with seeking out and halting projects, governmental or otherwise, that would pose a threat to humanity. 'Not humaity defined by a bleeding-heart liberal, but what truly meant the destruction of the human race,' Ferret rused. Being ex-Force Recon, his skills were highly needed for such an organization. Before he married Kristen, he told her about his secret life. Officially he was a consultant for the United States Marine Corps, although the were long-since melded into the Army, although Marine training and standards were the norm for recruits and soldiers. Sighing, he retunred to the warm memories of the previous night, when Kristen and he were lying in bed, just holding each other as they drifted off to sleep. Lately, he'd finding less and less time to spend in such a special way. 'I need to take her out on a date sometime,' he knew, 'to be just lovers again.' They didn't live like paupers, but they did live very comfortably, as Kristen worked at a local cmpany as an executive secretary. If anyone asked, he would explaing expenses were covered by her. A lone beacon of light brough his thoughts back into the real world. Off to his right, Ferret could see the outline of someone approaching. Swtiching his imput to thermal, he confirmed that there was only one guard approaching, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry. 'Good. He hasn't spotted me yet.' Slowly, Ferret stood, keeping his outline on the side of the blocking the guard's view. The tree was big enough to cover his entire outline, and so Ferret jumped up and grabbed the branch above him, and hauled himself up and onto the branch, where he sat there perched, watching the red image of the guard slowly walk towards him. The guard walked to the tree and started to look around it, and examined the area just below Ferret. He sat there and watched the guard examine the area, and apparently satisfied, walked away. Ferret sighed after the guard was away, and dropped down to the ground below. 'Same shit every day...' was his thought as the night rolled on. Time is short and talk is cheap. We shall speak again.
Personal Log, 25 Apr 2004 - 2004-04-25
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