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Post by Zeke Anderson on Jun 26, 2014 18:37:47 GMT
He could, become a war hero, get the women, but there was always the question of how he was supposed to get back to his own time... "I'll come, for now."
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 26, 2014 18:42:55 GMT
"No rush," nodded the Commander, "It is merely the fight for the freedom of all colonists from the grip of a tyrannical ruler. Anyway, Anderson, what were you doing face down in the dirt when we found you?"
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Post by Zeke Anderson on Jun 26, 2014 18:43:43 GMT
"I was thrown from my horse," he said. "I was probably a little drunk. It might not have been a horse," he explained. Well, that covered him if people noticed there were likely no horse tracks.
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 26, 2014 18:49:19 GMT
"I see.." the Commander was quiet until finally the camp was sight, "Here we are, Anderson. Over there is the medical tent. You may want to get yourself checked up encase you sustained any injuries from falling off your horse drunk."
His horse then trotted off towards another tent when a rather large man bumped into Zeke.
"Excuse me, mate. Didn't see ya," the man said in a low growl, "But if I did see ya, i'd tell ya to keep your mouth shut about all this and if you go blabbing to any blasted Redcoats, you'll be seeing the end of my gun real soon."
A red headed woman heard this in earshot as she passed and shook her head.
"Men, always quick to pull out their guns."
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Post by Zeke Anderson on Jun 26, 2014 18:50:35 GMT
"And why would I go talking to them?" Zeke questioned the man, "I fight for the winning side. You're fighting for your home, and that makes you stronger."
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 26, 2014 18:54:25 GMT
"The Commander is a good man, but can sometimes be a tad too trusting," said the man, "I don't just fight for a home to go back to, I fight for him and if you even think about betraying him for even a second.."
The man knocked into Zeke again before departing.
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Post by Zeke Anderson on Jun 26, 2014 18:56:25 GMT
Zeke shook his head, "Fine then," he muttered, heading to the medical tent.
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 26, 2014 18:59:57 GMT
Inside, a lady nurse attended a seemingly sleeping man laying on a gurney, her back to the tent's entrance.
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Post by Zeke Anderson on Jun 26, 2014 19:01:24 GMT
"Madam, I was sent by General Washington to be checked on," he said.
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 26, 2014 19:04:12 GMT
"Come in," said the nurse busy at work, not looking up, "Were you shot?"
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Post by Zeke Anderson on Jun 26, 2014 19:21:27 GMT
"Fell from my horse. Drunk."
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 26, 2014 19:24:57 GMT
"We both know that's not the case.." said the nurse, revealing her clawed hand. The nurse then whipped around, removing the long brown wig and dress.  "..Timeranger!" said Agent Abrella in his own voice. |
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Post by Zeke Anderson on Jun 26, 2014 19:29:04 GMT
"Oh, so I assume you have some answers for me," Zeke said, walking towards him, as stupid as that may be, "Like how I got here?"
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Post by Miranda Wells on Jun 26, 2014 19:34:02 GMT
"Isn't that obvious?" Abrella titled his head, "The core of the ship I hijacked imploded causing a massive ripple in time. It's what I get for not knowing the faulty prototype from the finished model.."
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Post by Zeke Anderson on Jun 26, 2014 19:39:34 GMT
"I'm hardly a tech guy. I don't know that stuff. I prefer to think and strategize."
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