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Hunter pulled himself into the back seat and put pressure on the wound on the side of his left leg, "Dean, sorry about the guy with the RPG, but just be thankful that I hit him at all or we'd be bringing you back in a film container." Hunter then leaned foreward and tapped Janelle on the shoulder, "Janelle, you got some gauze and some peroxide up there? A round skimmed my leg and I'd just want to get it cleaned up."

"Thanks Janelle." Hunter said, double checking the safety lock on his rifle and sitting it between his legs. Hunter always felt his rifle was better off loaded and ready to fire then un-loaded, safe and useless. His dad always used to tell him, "Hunter, a gun without any bullets is a hammer." and he always felt this was a great piece of advice.
Hunter began to relax as Janelle bandaged him up and feeling a bit sentimental, drew his bowie knife out of the sheath on his left shoulder strap. He turned the sharp and shining blade over in his hands as he admired it: the blade was five inches in length and was made of stainless steel, the hilt was two smooth pieces of wood with a steel bar running through the middle. Carved into the wood handle was "H.K.", Hunter's initials set into the knife and sealed permenantly with a special wood treatment. Hunter loved his knife, it was his most favorite gift his father had ever given him.

"I was three point four eight kilometres away from the encampment, in the dark and under a brush concealment." Hunter spoke in an intilectual voice which was firm but didn't show anger, "You were only about five metres away and under cover and concealment. The plan was: I make them scatter and you mow them down. I have NO idea why Arnold wasn't with you, but I guess it doesn't make a difference now." Hunter cleared his throat, "Also, what happened to the semtex I gave you for your birthday? I thought you said you couldn't wait to try out the sticky granades you made, I figured you'd have leveled all those tents by the time I'd had shot." Hunter recalled playing base-ball with Dean when they were younger and remembered that Dean had an incredible throwing arm.

Dean nodded, "Concealment is good but don't forget that the camp was pretty large... and yes I was going to use those grenades but I made a modification to them so that they could all be detonated at the same time... look, I like blowing things up a lot but I thought that the calm before the storm method would have been good... not the normal assault method that we did..." He then looked at JJ, "Yeah well part of the camp is still mostly untouched, but as far as what I got done... their fuel and most of their weapons are burnt to a crisp thanks to that shot from my grenade launcher." He said knowing that they would have to go back.

She laughed lightly, finishing up on Hunters wounds. "Alright, you're done."

"Oh, can I?" Arnold said, sitting in the drivers seat, putting his minigun in his lap. He put the batteriesin the seat next to him, and his shotgun stayed on his back. His grenade launcher was in the storage box at the back of the Jeep.