Date: 2010-08-06 10:36 pm (UTC)
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Sam didn't have to be told twice. He crouched down behind the tree, as much as he could considering his frame and the layers of cold weather gear bulking up around him.

"What the hell just happened?" he asked in a hushed voice, making quick work of catching his breath. The air was cold enough to almost hurt going down, but he took it gladly. He checked their tail to make sure no one was sneaking up on their rear end, shrugging the gun off his shoulder and into a more useful position.
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