I cycled a third round to be sure and perhaps ascertain the number of enemy I faced - BOOM!
#Army of two masks clown cracked#
I cycled a second round and cracked it off - BOOM! Yep… yep… I saw faces, a bunch of faces - I feared I had wandered onto the enemy target. Like this, but straight up into the air (U.S. Yeah - that was the ticket! I fumbled the adapter off, chambered a round, held the rifle straight over my head as high as I could and fired - BOOM! Mother of pearl - that certainly was loud! It was quite the bright flash as well with the blank adapter off… and if I weren’t a fully sane man I could have sworn I saw a face in the flash. What’s more, pulling off that stupid blank adapter from the barrel would make the rifle report many times louder! Rather than call out I decided that firing a shot from my rifle they would certainly hear. The idea loud noise came to mind, one that would alert my patrol and vector them to my position. I felt the heat of panic in my stomach as I finally came to a halt to think what to do to find my patrol. I flailed wildly back through the vegetation trying to find my patrol, all the while misguided by my pompous presumption that I was tracking my path through celestial navigation. By the time I realized I was not going to be able to find the patrol base or mask… I was overcome with the realization that I was lost. I thrashed through the desert foliage imagining I was on course navigating by the stars. I promised my reluctant patrol leader that I could do it in time then darted off into the dark toward the patrol base. I was sure, so sure I could get back to the patrol base and recover my mask in time for the raid. I sensed my fiefdom fading my king’s crown drifting away.
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