Remnants and Fallout

[DarthBindo]

None of the other recruits made a move.
I sincerely hope i remember what Vasquez taught me.
Ian cinched his rifle tight to his chest, took up his rappelling line and ran down the cargo bay.
He reached the end, hitched the carabiner to a tie-down ring, took two steps and leapt.

The sickening rush of freefall took over for a brief moment before his harness pulled tight when he engaged the brake.
As he felt his feet touch the ground, Holmes turned and rolled off his feet, hitting his calf, thigh, arm and shoulder in quick succession.
His left hand hit the release and the line fell free as he leveraged himself up with the other.
Ian's former instructor's voice rang in his ear as he contemplated that piss-poor landing.
Gorramit, you bloody well didn't hit all five points! Get the frak back up there and do it again, or i swear, i'll break your legs off myself and use them to BEAT YOU TO DEATH.
Holmes rose to his feet and crouch-ran to the treeline, putting as much distance between himself and the landing zone as possible.
Eight minutes later he was close to a kilometer away.
Aight, time to slow down. No sense in running into an enemy patrol.
He moved quietly, placing each foot perfectly, his head swiveling, making no noise, using every ounce of training he had recieved, first on Crete, then at West Point, as he slowly made his way towards the city outskirts.

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|