More fiction because I'm bored.
"I'M HIT!! I'M HIT!!! MEDIC!!!!!!!"
My chest felt split.
My arm was numb.
The Shiver medic had kneeled next to me.
"You'll be alri...**DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA**...ughhh...ugghhh...ugghhh"
He was gone and my face was splashed with warm water.
I felt my Brow-Beater resting against my leg. I grabbed it and struggled to
sit up but the pain in my chest flared like white hot daggers stabbing me.
Forcing me to lay there and wait.
My eyes were heavy.
I thought it best to shut them till all the loud noise was gone.
I dreamt.
My old high school from when I was a younger.
SLA day.
I stood in the queue.
Finally he looked me up and down.
"Ever had a friend die on you son?"
"No Sir"
"Well you'll get to know the feeling if you make it to be an Operative."
"Yes Sir"
He tested me.
It took months for the results to come back.
I quote "Logan Stuart shows great potential. But due a weak right eye we are
recommending Logan applies for Shiver duty. A recuiting drive BLAH BLAH
BLAH....."
"AAAARRRGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Someone had stepped on me.
An electronic fed voice said " We got a live one here Captain."
I opened my eyes.
Standing over me was a man in armour.
I'd seen the armour only once before. Before I was shot.
Another voice said "We've got enough live one's."
For a half a second I swear someone had flashed a bright light into my right
eye............................
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Copyright of Daniel Scott 2000
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