One line at a time. (The Story Thead)

Scorch · Post by **Scorch** » Sat Jun 07, 2003 11:27 am

Snow softly crunched under the boots of Scorch's boots as he patrolled along his assigned path. The night air was cold, and were it not for the protection provided by his armored suit Scorch would surely freeze to death. Scorch turned the temperature in his suit up a couple of degrees. Scorch was miserable, he hated the cold, but this was a mission where his skills were needed, specifically his skills with his plas cannon as well as his ability to splice into enemy networks. This was a data gathering mission, and it was Scorch's job to gain access to the enemy's mainframe once inside the base. It wasn't a job Scorch looked forward to, he much rather be hidden away from the action providing recon as well as fire support with his laser rifle. Scorch stopped dead in his tracks as he heard the crunch of snow behind him. Dropping low as he whipped around leveling his Plas cannon at person behind him until he recognized the face of... Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub141.ezboard.com/bxmenclan.sho ... >Scorch</A> at: 6/7/03 12:29 pm