monk
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Post by monk on Mar 17, 2009 0:49:28 GMT -5
The rotor disc over his head started to slow and the entire bird started to shake violently. He started to flip switches and pulled the cyclic to the side, trying to regain control. He shut the engine down and pushed the collective all the way down and watched the altimeter waiting for the right time. He jerked the collective back up ad blacked out as fire lnaced throughout his body. His body then felt weird. He felt his eyes open in the dark and saw painted walls, a desk, small table with a chair, the sheets and window and door. He sat up as his eyes adjusted and looked around. The room was empty, his jacket drapped over the chair, his pants, shirt, pistol. He threw the covers off and looked his body up and down. Everything was intact. He stood up and stepped over to the table. He pulled his cloths on and slowly started to take the pistol apart and cleaned it, then put it together and slid it back into his holster on his leg. He stood up and pulled the flight jacket on and noticed the coin. The face on it was familar, he scratched his head trying to recall the person. He dropped it into his pocket and walked to the door. Something was weird, but he pushed it out of his mind. He pushed the door open and looked down the hall. He pulled the door closed, noted the number four on the door and walked out and headed to the streets. not caring where he was going at the moment
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