Late night, dark skies, fired sparks start to fly. Sneaking around, falling to the ground. Shoots to kill,hidden we lay behind the hills. Together as one we move on. The others come in opposing forces, radio shouts! " Men change your courses". We turn around, quickly sprinting with no sound. Make an attack, from behind, brutal forces shoot, not kind.
The Chase or The Run
April 21, 2010