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Viewing Single Post From: Day 39
WildBillKO	Feb 24 2009, 02:51 PM
Special Olympics Gold Medal Winner Posts: 137 Group: V.I.P Member Member #177 Joined: October 30, 2008	Miles, Day 39-1 “The person who never makes a mistake always takes orders from one who does”-- Anonymous It had been the first uneventful day for Miles since his arrival on the island 14 days prior. There's no day so uneventful as when you receive an order to wait until your receive further orders. Miles was thankful that he was indoors, that it was relatively warm, and that he now knew he was somewhere near Greenland, which meant that at most, Matthew and his men were a day's worth of travel away should he get into trouble. Apparently, some communications might even be possible, as GPS signals had become briefly visible. The computer screen which Miles had been waiting on flickered to life in the early morning hours. Thankfully, Miles had gone to bed early and slept comfortably on the hard and somewhat chilly concrete floor of the... what was this place? Maybe a bunker of some sort. However, when Miles awoke he saw that it was still pitch black outside. Does Matthew ever sleep? C:>/ MA: Miles, please respond. Miles: I'm here Matthew. Do you have any new orders for me? MA: You cut right to the chase. That's why I like you, Straume. There are other elements on the island you need to dispose of, and some people you need to liberate. Miles: Liberate? Who needs to be set free here? MA: The rest of your team. Miles paused. The rest of my team? But they went down with the chopper?!? Miles: I thought you said that only Faraday and myself survived? MA: It seems I was mistaken. I have other elements on the ground that have indicated otherwise. They are currently being held captive by a group that call themselves the Company Men. Miles: How many? MA: Eight. Kellerman, Shepherd, Mahone, Redfield, Gibson, Neeson, Diesel, and Johnson. They are a highly trained and specialized paramilitary group, and they do not make many mistakes. I'm uploading a profile on each to your location now. Miles: So, one guy against eight? MA: One guy and his network of supernatural intelligence officers against eight, yes. Miles: Any idea where these scumbags are? MA: I'm sending you coordinates now. Where are you currently? Miles: Some sort of underground bunker with construction equipment everywhere. MA: Good. Do you see a small corner office about 30 yards away? Miles: I can't see anything in this darkness. MA: About five yards to your right should be a light switch. Turn it on, then proceed to the office I mentioned. In it are the supplies they used to use for downing rogue experiments. You should find in a locked chest in the closet a high powered rifle, ammo, some flash-bangs, and a few frag grenades. It should be more tahn enough to do the job. Miles: Thank you Matthew. Signing off. Will report back in 24 hours. Miles moved to where the light switch was supposed to be. He fumbled around at the wall until he found it, and flipped it on. Dim lights flickered through a cavernous bunker filled with heavy construction equipment. Miles looked behind him and saw a thin figure with a tie. "Welcome back, Dan. Sorry we got into it before. No hard feelings about me zapping you?"


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