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A lone Red figure in a lone hot place. The sun was setting, the heat was waving, and the coolant in his suit didn't seem to help. He stood still against one of the pylons that rimmed Red base, pistol lifted and scope ranged toward the little hill where his intended enemy was. Couldn't see much, that one, and so resorted to using others.
"Well, see anything compadre?"
"Los azules son moviéndose ellos son como hormigas en una inundación, desamparada."
Sarge blinked behind his visor and sighed, shaking his head. "I'm sure they are, Lopez. Now I just need someone to get out there and see just what they're flailin' about for," Sarge muttered, sending a glance to the hole in the middle of the base. Just where were HIS worker ants?
[first post, yo! i'm scared!]
"Well, see anything compadre?"
"Los azules son moviéndose ellos son como hormigas en una inundación, desamparada."
Sarge blinked behind his visor and sighed, shaking his head. "I'm sure they are, Lopez. Now I just need someone to get out there and see just what they're flailin' about for," Sarge muttered, sending a glance to the hole in the middle of the base. Just where were HIS worker ants?
[first post, yo! i'm scared!]