RE: [OT] English As She is Spoke

*Fiction*
	The barrel of the plasma carbine gently pushed aside the palm
leaves
shrouding the poolside of The_Beast's secret hideaway.	It had taken all
the
sensor capabilities of the suit and heavy reliance on the the Mk1
eyeball to
locate this facility that was shielded and very well defended.	In the
end,
it had been the thermal steaming of the hot-tub against the almost as
warm
surround air that gave away his position.
	With the target finally sighted, all reason for stealth had
vanished.  A click of the tongue controls locked onto secondary targets
for
the rest of the squad and also tertiary targets for the bounce bombs. 
In
seconds, all was ready.
	An indicator light on the HUD turned from the steady blue of
"mission search" to the amber of "mission hold".  All that was required
was
for command to hit the "smite" button and all hell would break loose...
*/fiction*

Do you want me to continue?  :-)

Brendan
'Neath Southern Skies

> -----Original Message-----
> From: Doug Evans [SMTP:devans@nebraska.edu]
> Sent: Thursday, February 26, 2004 11:37 AM
> 
> Boy, this thing is JUST getting boiling!
> 
> Starship Troopers! There, I said it!
> 
> *laugh* *run away*
> 
> The_Beast
> 
> 
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