Post by The Gourmand on May 15, 2018 21:10:56 GMT
“Or,” he spoke curtly, “He’s safe from me. Wasn’t that the point?”
The Gourmand moved his focus at length. He looked at the things put on his chest, lifting a scrutinous brow. Mouth was still held closed to stifle his panting, even though his lungs begged him for more air.
~*~
Elsewhere, Max had fallen asleep in the chair in front of his desk. He was basically the only one helming the communications tent, so he tended to be sleep deprived the majority of the time. A noise from his main radio reached the one ear that wasn’t covered by his headset and nearly immediately caused him to sit up. His chair rolled forward as he leaned on the desk, the sudden movement causing his headset to fall off and onto the floor. He swore and fidgeted with it briefly before he had it back on his head.
“Civilian?” he asked, not knowing if there was any human habitation remotely nearby, unless she meant a local animal.
Deciding not to question too much, he spoke into his mic piece, “Yeah, gotcha.”
As this had become somewhat routine by then, Max hovered over his big microphone for the PA system and made his announcement;
“Attention Freedom Fighters. Requesting a medic and able bodied soldiers to head south-southwest of camp to deal with an injury.”
The Gourmand moved his focus at length. He looked at the things put on his chest, lifting a scrutinous brow. Mouth was still held closed to stifle his panting, even though his lungs begged him for more air.
~*~
Elsewhere, Max had fallen asleep in the chair in front of his desk. He was basically the only one helming the communications tent, so he tended to be sleep deprived the majority of the time. A noise from his main radio reached the one ear that wasn’t covered by his headset and nearly immediately caused him to sit up. His chair rolled forward as he leaned on the desk, the sudden movement causing his headset to fall off and onto the floor. He swore and fidgeted with it briefly before he had it back on his head.
“Civilian?” he asked, not knowing if there was any human habitation remotely nearby, unless she meant a local animal.
Deciding not to question too much, he spoke into his mic piece, “Yeah, gotcha.”
As this had become somewhat routine by then, Max hovered over his big microphone for the PA system and made his announcement;
“Attention Freedom Fighters. Requesting a medic and able bodied soldiers to head south-southwest of camp to deal with an injury.”