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Post by Atira on May 17, 2006 14:18:01 GMT -5
Paul entered the cafeteria. He looked around for the guy who had pulled that trick on the medic at noon. I didn't look like she really missed that many meals, but it still was dirty dealing. He checked around, looking for a place he could watch if she went back to the computer that evening.
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Post by C&J on May 19, 2006 9:17:59 GMT -5
"Terrorists, that's all they are." Private Jonnes says. "Like that brat who they dragged in here last week, with the paint bomb?"
"Yeah, but what do you suggest?" His date asks. "We just round em all up and put em in the cells? They're civilians, people with rights, innocent until proven guilty."
"What about the patrol that got sent out this afternoon, just after lunch, and never came back?" Jonnes asks. "Don't they deserve justice?"
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Post by Atira on May 19, 2006 9:36:50 GMT -5
Paul listened to the couple behind him. Their point of view was prevalent over the base, A paint bomb hmm. He though of the paint bomb he had set off when he was a kid. He would have to drop by and visit this kid in detention, Probaby a good idea for the evening
One of the Cooks beconed him over. "Would you mind delivering this tray to the guy in detention. we are a little short on people tonight? Sort of a grey flu I think"
"Of course not," said Paul. He headed to the detention area.
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