Nightmare Vortex

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I.

[Ed, Rummy's best friend in the whole world, is sitting in a pool of his own blood, a gunshot wound in his stomach.]

Ed! Ed, speak to me, nigga!

[Ed remains motionless. He's still breathing, but barely.]

II

[Iraq. The sounds of gunshots are everywhere, and bullets go flying towards the ground. Corpses of soldiers, ally and enemy alike litter the dirt. Rummy is tucked behind a rock, waiting for an opportune moment.]

[OOC: First one is observation only, from a third person or first person. Second is fully interactive.]

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II

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[Natasha's not unused to combat, though she does prefer a more covert approach to the beast. Here, though, she's apparently got no choice. Moments ago, she was in some sort of prison and now she's skidding to a crouch in a flank behind Rummy, boots caked in dust and gun in hand.]

Four to the left, and a sniper out on the hill at our two.

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[He doesn't recognize her as part of his platoon, but who cares. Looks out to the left, then at two.]

Fuckin' hate snipers. Okay, first we gotta--

[Suddenly a barrage of grenades -- more than would be neccessary in the real world -- come flying out of nowhere near their position.]

Oh shit!

[Is already scrambling as far away as he can, trying not to trip over bodies or slip in the large pools of blood staining the dirt.]

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[She follows, shoving him down for a moment as a projectile screams just over their heads and slams into the dirt behind them. A shower of cement and dirt rains down, and Natasha's lungs are on fire.]

Get up. Get up!

[Once they're moving again, she shoves him forward further before crouching down momentarily to take a few shots, provide him some cover fire.]

Move your ass!

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[Makes a startled noise as he's pushed down, eyes widening behind his dusty glasses as the projectile goes over them. Quickly shuts his eyes and covers his head in the rain of debris. Before he knows it, he's back on his feet.]

Don't have ta tell me twice!

[Nearly runs into another solider, right before said soldier gets shot over a dozen times, spraying Gin with blood and bits of flesh.]

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[She catches bits of the spray, having been shielded from the bulk of it with him in front of her.]

If we can move into that bunker 100 yards out, we might be able to get around and take out the sniper.

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[He's not even going to argue. Even though he might point out that he's the planner in normal circumstances, he's too scared to say anything.]

Cover me!

[Starts running. However, dirt keeps getting kicked up and body parts flying at him. Almost as if something's trying to slow him down. Even the ground seems to be against him as it turns into mud, which slows him down.]

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[She has a bad habit of bossing folks around, but he can certainly take it up with her after it's all over.

She's quick to provide some cover fire for him, moving along slowly behind as she goes, trying to fight through the muck engulfing her own feet.]

What the hell is going on?

[She ceases shooting though, once visibility gets too low to ensure that she won't hit him. The gun gets dropped behind as she pushes through.]