ooc: okie-dokie gotcha! Kill our way to the big comp...
Jess had been shocked and disturbed when the young kid killed his mother. Upon the captians orders she raised up her AK as everyone else raised their weapons. Sadly she knew her weapon was perfect for the mass killing about to be had. Machine guns were cruel but affective weapons. Without a moments hesitation Jess fired off into the crowd of failed 'perfect' experiments. How could the rest of the world be so cruel to her people when all they wanted to do was live in peace. After a few moments her gun ran out of bullets and Jess changed packs. With more bullets she fired again. There were more failed experiments then she had thought. Where were they coming from? Then she thought again. Did it realy matter were they were coming from? They were trying to kill her and the rest of her group...these were no longer her people...her people would never try to kill her. With a renewed sense of vigor Jess became a nit more tactical picking off enemys with the minimum number of bullets needed. Her finger and expert on the trigger of the AK. Suddenly Jess realised that one of her team members had slipped off. It had been zina.
What is she up to? jess thought as she kept on firing. She shrudged it off and looked around. The team had made alot of progress toward the computer.
ooc: ok for now thats all im still thinking...blah! lol