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  10:31:59  18 January 2011
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Well, IMHO it's really worth it, the way you write makes me see it. I guess your re-rewriting is pretty close to how the big authors work

-well, maybe without the whiskey unless you are a descendant of Hemingway
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Thanks, i've never really thought much of my writing ability, (It took me 3 attempts to pass GCSE English) i was more writing this for myself, otherwise i just randomly think of little bits here and there, putting it down on paper helps me organise it.

i'll be honest when i put it up i was questioning whether or not to continue posting new chapters, thinking i'd just right the story for myself and keep it there, but after Disabled Dino's comments i figured i'd continue posting, once each chapter is written. i'm also open to suggestions, if i can work them in i will, i'm afraid as boring as it may sound the next chapter is going to deal a lot with character background info, hopefully it will give greater understanding of my characters.

Again Thanks
  13:41:07  18 January 2011
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Chapter 08

Wingnut was woken during the night, he lifted his heavy head off the pillow and opened his eyes, he hadn’t slept so soundly since they’d entered the zone, and the room was as dark as the sun bright, and completely silent, except for the gentle snoring of his friend; yet another incredibly rare treat in the Zone, at any normal point there would be the growl of mutant, or the sound of gunshots throughout the night, and when neither happened, it was the sound of the rain or extreme wind on whatever shelter they’d be sleeping in that night, but being so far underground, meant no light, and no noise something to be savoured in the ever changing turmoil of the Zone. He laid his head back down upon the pillow and closed his eyes once more… a few moments later he could hear yet another noise in the background, he opened his eyes once more but made sure not to move. He could hear a gentle sobbing coming from the other side of the room. He quietly reached across and collected a glow stick from his pack, one that he’d salvaged from one of the lockers a few days before.

CRACK . The noise of him breaking the fluid of the stick was excruciatingly loud in the silence his ears had become adjusted too. The sobbing stopped instantly, Wingnut got to his feet trying to avoid looking directly at the stick due to its immense brightness in the pitch darkness, he walked quietly over towards Tamara’s bed, the only evidence to his movement was the now bright green stick seamlessly floating towards her, in the pale light it cast out, Wingnut could see her lying on her bed, eye shuts, lying on her right side; as her stared at her face, he could see the green glowing light glint from the side of her cheek and bridge of her nose, and on closer inspection her eye were not only closed but almost clamped shut by her eyelids, in a vain attempt to refuse exit of anymore tears. Wingnut tapped her gently upon the shoulder before placing his finger on his lips, she opened her right eye fractionally, still pretending to be asleep, upon seeing him standing over her, with his finger over his lips, she opened her eyes, tears flooded out as she did. Wingnut stared at her for a few moments, his thoughts returned to countless women in the outside world, all but one had let him down in one way or another, and they’d usually begin the charade by starting crying. Wingnut took a deep breath and used his silencing finger to tell her to follow him, he stood and waited for her to get to her feet, she managed this barely, and her weeping and lack of sleep taking its toll on her already exhausted body.

Wingnut led her out of the sleeping quarters and into the main living area, it was also dark until Wingnut turned the light over the armoury on, so as not to be so bright as to hurt their eyes, it had only been a week since they arrived in this place but it already felt a bit like home. He pointed down at the sofa, ordering her to sit, while he made his way into the kitchen and put the kettle on. He turned and looked at her while the water heated up.
“So…” he asked
“So…” she responded hesitantly, she’d been scared of everything that moved and several things that didn’t since her friends had been killed, and his standing position was not entirely comforting, although this momentary distraction held back her tears, and her defences returned slightly
“I understand how you might be feeling right now.”
“Really? I’m sorry to say I find it hard to believe, Stalker’s don’t care about others!” this remark hit Wingnut hard
“Really… Until we came along, how many Stalkers had you met?”
“Well none, but that’s not the point!”
“Isn’t it? There are some Stalkers… the Bandits for example, that don’t care, but near enough everyone else does on some level or another, I would’ve hoped that us being here and looking after you would’ve proved that.” His point seemed amplified by the clicking of the kettle as the water finished boiling; he continued listening while he placed tea bags into two mugs.
“I guess on a small level it does, but you did have me tied up,” Wingnut went to say something but she put both hands in the air as if to block his comment “I know, I gave you guy’s good reason to… I’m not holding it against you” Wingnut finished pouring the boiling water into the mugs and returned the kettle to its stand. He stood and stirred the tea mixture into the boiling water before removing the bag, he walked over to her and passed her one of the mugs.
“All I’m saying is I understand. Ok.”
“How though, if you say so the fair enough but… how can you?” she spoke as she sipped on the bitter tea. What I’d do for some fresh milk, she leaned forwards and picked up a sachet of sugar from the coffee table, ripped it open and poured it in.
“You’re upset because…”
“I think I’m a little more than upset!” She butted in.
Wingnut paused then continued “Because you have lost 7 people you worked with… surely your research into Zone before you came here would’ve told you it was a risk?”
“Yeah it did, but we didn’t figure that a single creature would cause the entire team to go insane and killed each other!” she began to become slightly angry at his words, almost patronising her, she’d worked hard her entire life to get such an important position and to have it all ended by a strange mutated creature was very hard for her to except, so this guy, coming along and berating her about the mistakes they’d made, really wasn’t helping.
“You lost people… those you worked with. All I’m saying is that I understand ok” he was getting angry at her taking his comments so personally, she always used to do that as well. He tried to bury his thoughts of the past.
“Well what have you lost that’s as important as 7 people you worked so closely too?”
Wingnut stared at her, he’d managed to keep his past hidden from everyone, including Bladewraith for all this time and he was trying to help this woman and she was forcing his hand in just a few days, of course this was mostly down to the fact that Bladewraith never pushed him for information, he understood private matters and so did Wingnut, who also knew nothing about what brought Bladewraith to the Zone, they trusted each other to look out for one another and that was that; not like this ‘oh so clever girl’ he thought to himself. He stared her in the eyes for almost a minute, no emotion coming to his face, he had none left to give. She stared back at him waiting for his answer, a small amount of pride came from his initial silence, she believed she’d put him in his place.
“My wife and Son” Wingnut said Tamara heart sank, her anger waned instantly and she began to feel very sorry for being so stupid as to pry into his personal life and summing he’d never lost anything important, it did occur to her however that he’d said this in a very matter of fact way.
“I’m sorry” was all she managed to get out while sheepishly looking at the floor
“I’m a Murderer Tamara…” Tamara locked eyes with him, is he about to kill me she thought, his face was still completely void of feeling, he cared not for what he’d done, “I used to be a mechanic, I worked in a garage, good hours, simple work fixing cars and trucks… I was happily married and had a 6 year old son… Things were great…” Tamara watched him intently, hoping to see some essence of humanity left in him… something to let her know he wasn’t going to kill her for pushing him to this point “then one day these fucking pathetic kids turned up, driving around causing mayhem on the roads, one of them was a known drug dealer… and was on the run from the police… my wife worked in the little shop next door, she always believed in the justice system… as soon as they came into view she’d phoned the police… I’d always told her not to get involved… that was the way the world was…” he began wave his hands around exasperatedly, and his voice cracked slightly “but she didn’t realise that there was this little kid in the shop at the time playing with my son… there were about the same age… That snot nosed little shit, he was playing my own son” at this point small tears were beginning to run down his face “he was the dealer’s son, so when daddy came in and picked him up, and the little bastard told the dealer son of a bitch that the nice lady had phoned the police, he burned the place to the ground, my wife and son inside” Wingnut was sniffling and crying into his hands as he uttered the final word. Tamara felt so pathetic, she knew everyone on the team, and worked with them for years… but she didn’t love any of them, she almost broke out in tears once more out of sympathy.
“So… how does that make you a murderer?” she said through broken tears, she no longer feared Wingnut like she had done a few minutes before, but she did fear the answer to her question.
“They arrested the dealer, it took almost 6 months for it to go to court, I wallowed in self pity every second before the trial, and the fucking snivelling little arsehole lawyer got the dealer off scot fucking free! Lack of evidence apparently! So I set out to punish him, to cause him a small measure of the pain and anguish he’d caused me, it was cold and calculated; I mixed a few of the chemicals from around the workshop together and blew his troublesome friends to smithereens, explosives linked to their starter motors. I then Blew up the lawyer’s home with him inside, then when I eventually captured the dealer and put him in the back of his car, tied up and beaten half to death, I lit it on fire and pushed it off a cliff!” Tamara Stayed silent, she knew she hated all these things Wingnut was saying, she feared his anger, but at the same time tried to understand why he’d done what he did. “I left that snot nosed little boy fatherless… that was the one thing I felt bad about, but it was too late, only problem is it didn’t make me feel any better, I still had no wife… no son… nothing, my hatred kept me busy, took my mind off my loss, but onec those I hated were gone, I had nothing I was an empty shell… to make matters worse the police found some of my DNA in a few of the crime scenes they allowed me out on bail because of my” he brought his hands up and quoted the air “traumatic experiences”, and I legged it, I’d heard about the Zone on the news and figured if I was going to hell… I might as well turn up early…” Tamara pitied Wingnut at that moment; she knew and understood his feeling of emptiness.
“So how did you meet Bladewraith then?”
“We met on the plane to here, I’d managed to get a fake passport and got out of England, we weren’t the only men on board destined for the zone, but we were the only ones that had planned ahead and managed to get through customs. I managed to use a fake letter inviting me to a real funeral” Wingnut’s tears had stopped by now, and Tamara’s slowly followed
“I’m so sorry”
“Don’t be… it doesn’t help… just understand my loss, like I understand yours.”
Tamara completely understood, and looking at him, she stopped her thoughts of self destruction, of pain, and instead remembered who her companions for the people they were, good hard working people. She still had admiration for them and she would always miss them, but only remember the good times.

“So out of curiosity, why didn’t your employers investigate the reason you’d gone dark?” she thanked Wingnut silently with a smile for changing the subject.
“Because it could draw unnecessary attention to the base, and the fact we were here.”
“But what if your radio went down, but you’d all still been good?”
“Then our orders were to place some form of radio beacon outside the tunnel, and they would send out a Predator UAV, to find us, if that UAV couldn’t find us they would classify us all MIA and close the case, so after the helicopter Crash that killed O’Brian and Hunt and took out the antennae array, he placed the signal outside but nothing came”
“So what happened to the UAV?”
“We never found out. I figured that the Radio Beacon’s battery would have run out after a few days, perhaps it took to long to organise, they beacon died and it… she stopped as a small tremor was felt through the ground. Wingnut walked towards the door, and placed his head side on to it, listening to any noise that was coming through, a faint whisper could be heard as the tremors became stronger and longer.
A clunking noise was then heard behind them as Bladewraith closed the door to the sleeping room, obviously still half asleep he staggered in
“What’s going on?” he asked
“I think it’s a just a blowout” Wingnut responded
“It is, but we’re safe down here” interrupted Tamara
“Ok then…” Bladewraith replied

As they looked towards the door silently, they were plunged into sudden darkness

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  13:42:54  7 February 2011
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Chapter 09

Bladewraith pushed his bicycle through the deep sandy back roads of Lashkar Gah this once busy city had been evacuated when British and Us forces forced their way in, over time people had returned to their homes to find them either destroyed or ransacked, many had nothing left but hatred for the westerners and they wanted revenge. Bladewraith fingered his long beard, and then ran his dirty hands through his long hair, how he missed the feel of a shower, 2 months living in this hell hole, always watching his back. He passed several stalls in the Market until he came to the food court he’d been to everyday for the last two weeks “Ah Asif, it is good to see you…” the assistant said in his native Afghan tongue “the usual?”
“Yes please Abdul… you honour me with your fine food” replied Bladewraith in fluent Afghan
“Please, please… take a seat.”
Bladewraith sat down at his normal table and watched the world go by. However he watched more carefully the two discreet cars on the other side of the street, they’d come to the same house each day and two men would walk inside both wearing fine suits ‘if only they had tailors cut they jackets a little wider, that way their guns wouldn’t give their tell tale bulge.’ He thought to himself

Abdul walked over and placed a plate of steamed vegetables in front of him and sat down beside him. “They’ve begun transporting crates out late last night…” speaking in English quietly
“What’s inside them?”
“Don’t know… but they’re heavy” replied Abdul “It takes two men to lift one… and the truck was riding low”
“How long?”
“One… maybe two more nights, and it will all be gone.”
Bladewraith picked a Mobile phone out of his pocket, he listened to its ring, once it connected he spoke quietly into it “George come in, this is Blackadder” Bladewraith grinned slightly, he loved the call signs his CO used
“Blackadder, this is George”
“George, Baldric is removing the turnips, repeat Baldric is taking removing the turnips”
Suddenly two men wearing traditional robes walked up behind each of the sitting men and placed knives at their throats, “Fuck” was all Bladewraith could say as he discreetly dropped the phone inside his Shemagh, however then man behind him fished it out immediately. Bladewraith studied the men quickly, standard dress, nothing bulging anywhere, ‘No other weapons’ he thought, the attackers were obviously ready to die, the looks on their faces almost pleaded with Bladewraith to react, to send them to their heaven 72. Bladewraith stared back, his eyes pleading with the men not to give him a reason to do so.

The Man behind Abdul looked Bladewraith in the eyes and sliced the knife across Abdul’s neck and blood splattered over the ground in front of him as Abdul dropped to the floor. Bladewraith acted quickly, his hand grasping around the man behind’s hand, and twisted it quickly before getting to his feet and pulling his Kukri out and Pushed it into the attackers chest, the other attacker lashed out almost instantly with the knife slashing Bladewraith’s arm, the instant pain seared through Bladewraith’s mind as the blade sunk half an inch into his flesh cutting its way through the toned muscle with relative ease


Bladewraith woke suddenly; gentle rumbles shook the ground inside the tunnel, he lay there awake for several moments, he rubbed the scar of his left arm, he thought quickly about the scar, it never bothered him in the Zone, only on the outside, the peacefulness of real life made him think of it, the Zone was different he never had time to think of the past… in that way, the Zone was one of the most peaceful places on earth. another rumble jarred him from his thoughts, he rolled over and picked up the his flashlight he’d left on the counter beside the bed and clicked it into life, he looked around the room, his eyes still barely wanting to open their dryness almost painful, he blinked several times willing them to moisten and open more completely, as he scanned the room he quickly realised both beds that were occupied when he had closed his eyes were only a few hours ago were now empty “Interesting…” he said to both himself and no one. He walked over to the door and gently turned the handle, opening the latch slowly, he opened the door and a feint light emanated from the room beyond, Bladewraith flicked the light off and opened the door.

He soon saw Wingnut and Tamara looking directly at the main door, both still clothed he thanked his luck for that, he’d seen and done almost everything life had to offer, and although the idea of walking into a room to find Wingnut getting friendly with Tamara had been his instantaneous thought at their absence, it was not something he wanted to see. He allowed the door to swing shut behind him as he strolled towards them
“What’s going on?” he asked
“I think it’s a just a blowout” Wingnut responded
“It is, but we’re safe down here” interrupted Tamara
“Ok then…” Bladewraith replied, joining them watching the main door. As they looked towards the door silently, the rumbles worsened, gentle shaking the bunker’s sturdy walls and they were plunged into darkness

Bladewraith quickly clicked his torch back on once more as the rumbles receded. “So then… anyone care to explain”
“The Blowout must’ve cut the power” replied Tamara
“No shit Sherlock!” answered Wingnut. Tamara looked down at her feet; she figured Wingnut wanted to keep up his hard man persona in front of Bladewraith
“How we gonna get out then?”
“The doors are on an emergency battery, they’ll only last for a day or so, but they should open”
“Well bud we’d better go check it out” Bladewraith said as he looked at Wingnut while pointing towards the door.
Wingnut hung his head and walked towards the door, he looked down at himself, in the dark noticing his lack of suit or tools, he turned and made his way back to the sleeping room, where he got himself dressed

Bladewraith stood in the main room with Tamara his flashlight wondered over her. “So what were you two doing then?”
“Just chatting…”
“Really… well if that’s what you kids call it nowadays!”
“What! How dare you, I…” she started before mentally kicking herself realising he was just taking the piss, “Oh very funny!”
“Yeah, well…”
Tamara walked back towards the Sofa and took a seat, Bladewraith used his torch to guide him to the nearest leaning position where he could watch over the door and wait
“So what brought you to the Zone then?”
“Lots of things… too many to mention”
“Try!” Tamara sounded almost annoyed about the loss of power
Bladewraith stood from his leaning positions and turned towards her
“Look… all the who, when and whys… theres no need for them here in the Zone, no one cares, and no one wants to talk about them.”
“But Wingnut did… he seemed a lot happier chatting about his past”
“Fair enough… but I’m not Wingnut” Bladewraith wandered over to the armoury and picked up an MP5 and a pair of Night Vision goggles, and then wandered back to the door, as Wingnut walked out of the sleeping quarters, now suited and booted and over to the door. He flicked the switch and the door opened slowly, he quickly turned back and nodded to Bladewraith, who followed him out into the dark tunnel switching his NVGs on, a gentle whining hum piercing the silence, Wingnut clicked his Head Torch on and turned towards the Generator room before disappearing into the darkness beyond, the door slowly closed behind them Tamara was alone once more.

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  11:53:51  10 February 2011
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Blockage

Ok, to anyone that's still reading, i'm confused, it appears that i somehow posted the first chapter twice under two threads, i don't remeber doing this but it looks liek i have, only just noticed. also i read through the first chapter agian and realised that i contradicted myself about Wingnut's name. my apologies, anyone know how i can edit this now, i don't have the edit option anymore for that post.

PS, i kinda hit a block, can't remember where i was going with the story for a while, so sorry it took so long to post that last chapter
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Hell yes!! I love your story!

Yeah, that "Edit" thing is very irritating! Happened to me too... =| Nothing to do about it other than asking a moderator to change it for you(Don Reba).
  10:25:28  14 February 2011
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Thanks Davis, i was beginning to worry people were seeing the Contradiction on Chapter 1 and just ignoring the rest of the story because of it. nice to know someone's still reading it.

i'll see if i can get a Mod to remove the problem.

as for the next chapter, i'm going for the science aspect for a bit, hope no one minds, please give feed back so i can try and aim the writing in the right direction
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Chapter 10

Tamara looked into the emptiness of the room, a great void inside which light couldn’t exist, ‘if only one of them had left me a torch for God’s sake!’ she thought to herself., she felt her way around the couch, before the incident with the controller they would keep emergency supplies hidden in every room, dotted all over the place. She hoped that one of those places would be underneath one of the two couches. Her hand reached underneath, and found something hard and she pulled, only then did she realise that the hard object wasn’t a box of any variety, just part of the chair itself. Her searching hand continued along the underside of the chair, she reached the end of side of the couch, nothing. She sat back down on the couch and stared out into the darkness.

Tamara was sat on the couch she’d already checked, but the other couch was facing her, with a coffee table in between, all she had to do was reach out, find the coffee table, walk round it, check the other couch and hopefully find the box underneath. But in complete and total darkness it’s not the simplest of things to do. She leaned forwards and reached out for the table starting high, she lowered her had down, waiting for it to come into contact with the table, her hand lowered to the level she believed the table to be at but she felt nothing, she continued to lower it a little further until her fingertips touched nothing, she leaned further forwards and repeated her actions until she was rewarded with the feel of wood, she stood and braced herself on the table as she walked along its edge, until she’d rounded two corners, by logic she must have been on the opposite side of the table now. She reached back with her foot until it made contact with something solid, she thought about trying to reach over with her hand but when she tried she realised she was off completely balance, she’d found the couch but she’d need to… she flayed her arms wildly as she lost balance completely and hit the floor hard on her side. “Oww!” was all she managed to say to herself. Suddenly the room burst into light, and the door began to open. She jumped to her feet and quickly sat back down on the couch she’d been sat on hoping they wouldn’t have known she’d been trying to walk around in the dark.

“All fixed!” Exclaimed Bladewraith as the duo walked back into the room.
“What happened?” she asked
“basically we made a very simple buffer system out of the one in the old generator that was out of fuel, we’d linked this to the Electro Anomalies in the room to provide power for the bunker” Explained Wingnut, obviously very proud of the work he’d done “Emissions move anomalies, sometimes only a little, sometimes a lot, the emission moved the Electro we were using about 2 feet, not far compared to some we’ve seen, but enough to cut the circuit.”
“So we’re ok until the next Emission?”
“Maybe longer… but yeah”
“Right then campers, feel free to carry on ‘Chatting’ but I’m gonna go work on a few things out here,”
“Crack on. I’m going back to bed.” Replied Wingnut
“Yeah same, I’m tired”
Bladewraith raised his eyebrows at Tamara, whose look of distain spread across her face. ‘Was everything a cock joke to this guy?’ she thought. They made their way back inside as Bladewraith made his way to the kitchen counter and set about making himself a cup of tea. The water boiled quickly, he thought it odd but know more than that

Bladewraith looked over to the table and noticed two half empty mugs and realised Wingnut and Tamara had boiled the kettle recently, which was why it had boiled quickly for him. He took his brew and went through the lab and into the Artefact room. They hadn’t cleaned the place up since his scuffle with Tamara. He looked inside the containment chambers; they must’ve collected hundreds of thousands of Roubles worth of Artefacts before the incident. Eyeing clipboards attached to the chambers, he picked one up a gave it a read. He noted the name of it was AT-013, he assumed that was its designation, seeing as the team never made contact with the Stalker Community so they probably never found out it’s more common name of Mama’s Beads. Most of it was scientific mumbo jumbo as far as he was concerned, all about causing increased platelet count on subjects allowing the body to heal quicker followed by graphs and charts explaining the theories as to how it does what it does, he put the clipboard back down. He made his way to a chamber containing 3 Stone Flower artefacts, to see what the board said about the artefact Bladewraith had given Wingnut.

Bladewraith gave this board a proper read for curiosity’s sake, he understood Biology, Chemistry and Physics, but nowhere near the level that was explained on the boards in front of him.
AT-023, Formed by pieces of Granite like Stone, succumbing to Powerful Localised Gravitational Forces present in the Zone Anomaly SA-06, the result is extensive crystallisation in the rock and alteration of Base Structure Elements, beyond that which occurs in Nature.
Bladewraith had to read this sentence several times to fully understand it.
Average size ranges from 80 – 100mm diameter at the widest point of the non uniform structure, weighing in at between 489g – 507g. As with all Granite rock, the emission of Radon Gas (RN - 86) is present however the radiation released appears more highly concentrated and as a result becomes more ionized. Thus resulting in the artefact being mildly radioactive, however not highly compared with other Artefacts that we have discovered. Namely AT-007, AT-008 & AT-010 which are 3 times more ionising.
At this point Bladewraith’s attention was drifting. He decided to skip ahead to the positive effects, which he knew were protecting Stalkers from Psi-Emissions, to a point at least.
It appears AT-023 has many beneficial properties. The primary of which, is similar in effect to Cannabidiol (CBD), it presents mild sedative effects, however studies on the indigenous Wildlife namely S-001 suggests it increases alertness, and temporarily alters the Metabolism in the Liver, the beneficial properties of the artefact also appear to reduce, inflammation, anxiety, and nausea, as well as inhibit cancer cell growth. This is extremely important on the world stage; possible medical benefits include the use in conjunction with Chemotherapy to reduce the damage done to the Non-Cancer affected regions of the human body by inhibiting cell mutation caused by the antineoplastic drugs. These effects of AT-023 appear 3 times greater than that of CBD commonly found in Cannabis. In November 2007, it was reported that CBD found in cannabis reduces growth of aggressive human breast cancer cells in vitro and reduces their invasiveness. As well as research that suggests that CBD acts as an anti-psychotic and may counteract the potential effects of THC on individuals with latent schizophrenia.
Bladewraith’s eyes and brain were beginning to strain. It was only 05:00 hours after all. He skipped ahead past the graphs and charts to single line summary at the bottom of the page
highly recommended for further Analysis, Testing and Trials.
“Fucking hell!” Bladewraith said to himself “I gave him something quite special then.”

With that Bladewraith put the board back down and walked out of the room and sat on the couch and finished his cuppa. Wingnut and he weren’t in the Zone for the massive money making, they were there for the freedom and to look out for each other, but he couldn’t help but realise that the equipment and artefacts here would make them rich men, but research in this place, would make them millionaires in the outside world.

End of Chapter

As stated above, sorry if you don't like the Science Stuff, it's been something i've been working on for a while, i've written up loads of documents about artefacts and how they would do the things they are suppose to do, in the real world.

The things i do when i get bored!

Thanks for reading
  17:13:40  15 February 2011
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Chapter 11

Shots whizzed past his head, his own fire suppressed any form of aimed shot onto him… but each time these men took a blind shot over the top of the barricades, sand would burst up from the ground informing him they were getting close, in fact if it hadn’t been for the recoil on their AK 47s more of their shots would have impacted ever closer, he covered himself behind a mud wall, it always amazed him, that this most simplistic of structures could stop 30Cal, let alone the pathetic calibre the insurgents were sending his way. Even then it felt to him like it was getting smaller and smaller, and he was an ever easier target, each round he sent down kept their heads at bay but was returned tenfold. The street was all but empty now, he looked towards Abdul… he’d stopped twitching, a circle of blood stretched out around him and this face was pale… if he wasn’t dead yet, he would be soon, there was nothing that he could do for him now, shots rang out from left and right, two Snatch Land Rovers appeared from the east firing away with their 50 Cal Brownings while a foot patrol appeared from the west, he kept his head down waiting for the all clear.
“Medic!” he heard one of the Marines to the west shout. “Man down!”
“Shit” replied was his only response, more to himself, he leant out and fired several suppressive bursts, until the breach on his M4 locked back informing him he was down to his last mag. “Shit” he said once more.

Bladewraith fired another two volleys before the building he’d been watching with Abdul suffered several missile strikes, sending debris flying everywhere, it was then he was able to hear the AH-64 Apache Longbow nearby obliterating the insurgent’s defences. Several explosions later and chunks of debris began landing all around Bladewraith, he covered his head from the bulk before a support beam crashed down on top of him.


Clunk, the sound of the door to the sleeping room closing sprang Bladewraith from his slumber.
“Wakey Wakey rise and sh…!” shouted Wingnut before remembering not to surprise Bladewraith like that as he looked down the barrel of Bladewraith’s Berretta. His natural reactions had forced him to wake, open his eyes and draw his Pistol to aim all at once. It had saved their lives before, but always scared Wingnut when he was the cause. Tamara on the other hand looked positively terrified. Bladewraith lowered his gun and exhaled; he holstered it and looked at the pair apologetically.
“Sorry… Sorry, you know what I’m like”
“No it’s fine, it’s fine… Cuppa?”
“Sure, sleep well?”
Wingnut shrugged, Tamara still looked pale but a while later, and after a brew and a tin of All Day Breakfast she seemed a lot happier, with much more colour in her cheeks. She excused herself to the bathroom.
“So what’s the Plan?” Asked Wingnut
“Well, that depends on the Doc.” Wingnut merely nodded “If she wants to, I think we should get her out.”
“It’s gonna cost…”
“I know, but have you looked at the research notes in the place, it would more then cover the cost.”
“First things first… we need to ask her what she wants to do.”
Tamara re-entered the room to a quick hush, something that didn’t go unnoticed
“OK… what’s up?”
“We were just discussing what to do next…”
“Any thoughts?” Added Bladewraith
“Well, I don’t know, I’m stuck here now so I thought I might be able to come with you.” Tamara was genuinely worried about them leaving her alone again.
“We thought… we might be able to make contact with your superiors back home, they might be able to get you out.”
“Really… but how?”
“There are plenty of ways out of the Zone… for a Price of course. But we figured a copy of the research notes you’ve got here would more then cover the cost.”
Tamara nodded; she had no trouble with the document being used to buy her freedom. And she knew that the duo would sell most of the kit in the base so that would help them as well.
“Sure, but I think I’ll need a copy for my superiors as well.”
“Well why don’t you print out… 1, 2, 3 copies… keep the originals for yourself, make it look like they weren’t copied, one for us, one for Sakharov, and one for that new lab that’s just started up near Yanov.”
“It’ll be worth a lot… more than enough to cover your costs, as well as pay for a few thing for us. Once you’re ready, we can move out to Rostock, it’s a long journey, but Barkeep, will have a transmitter we can use. Do you know the frequencies?”
“They should be written down somewhere, look through the desk” she pointed at the computer in the armoury that’s the… was the main uplink.“
“Right, get started, we’ll figure out the best route and get some kit sorted for you. And any videos that don’t have names in them download them to disk, that’s be worth it as well” Tamara looked questioningly at Bladewraith for this last comment “Anything with names in them would point to a NATO presence in the Zone… Plausible deniability!”
“Ok.” Tamara disappeared into the lab and Bladewraith and Wingnut sat a while longer
“I wanna keep this place a secret. It’ll be our hideout in case things get rough.”
“If the Bandits find out, we’re carrying these documents; rough would be a walk in the park.”

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  17:54:48  15 February 2011
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Oh yee man!! This is awesome! Loved the line of "If the bandits find out we are carrying these documents, tough will be a walk in the park!" =P Never heard that before!
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Oh yee man!! This is awesome! Loved the line of "If the bandits find out we are carrying these documents, tough will be a walk in the park!" =P Never heard that before!
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Cool, thanks!

I've some how out of no where got a massive story arch that sprnag to mind. but putting it together is proving difficult so that it all fits. hence the last couple of chapters have been shorter then the others, trying to include everything i need to carry on properly is... time consuming... but hey, it's better then doing my real work.

Again cheers for the comment, nice to know someone's still reading. and comments or suggestions are always welcome.
 
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