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To John Richardson [Private Frequency]

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Loscham    61

*Bob winces as the doc pulls another chunk of shrapnel from his ribs.  He takes a drag from his cigarette and depresses the PTT.*

John Richardson...It's Bob, ya remember me?

I want to have a chat.  Once the doc finishes pulling the pieces of this fucking grenade out of my body, that is.

Send me a time and a place so we can meet.  Let's get out there and get these bad guys.

*He releases the PTT.*

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*John looks over Hells compound and hears the message come over his radio. He hits the PTT*

 

What the fuck are you talking about. I know who you are but we haven’t talked in weeks… so I guess I’m asking why out of the blue you're going to radio me talking about killing shits. Hell I don’t even remember giving you this freq.

 

*John leans back in the chair he is sitting in. He then leans forward as so not to fall*

 

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ToeZ    415

-snip ffs-

 

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Loscham    61

*Bob grunts as he adjusts the bandages on his chest. He depresses the PTT.*

Bro...it's me.  I wanted to establish relations between Camp 101 and Storm Front.  A lot of shit has happened since we parted ways, doesn't mean we can't still be friends, bro.

*He releases the PTT.*

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*John powers up the camps base station radio so he can send and receive the messages clearer*

 

Do you understand morse.

 

*He lets off the mic key and reaches for a morse spoon*

 

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*John taps the spoon*

 

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*John leans back in his chair not thinking and falls to the floor*

 

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