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Every few seconds he would scream, the sound...
| Every few seconds he would scream, the sound terrifying in the cruel blue light of the flareCroft picked up a grenade"That sonofabitch is makin' too much noise," he saidHe pulled the pin and lobbed the grenade over to the opposite bankIt dropped like a beanbag on one of the bodies, and Croft pulled Gallagher down with himThe explosion was powerful and yet empty like a blast that collapses windowpanesAfter a moment, the echoes ceased
Croft tensed himself and listened to the sounds from across the riverThere was the quiet furtive noise of men retreating into the jungle"GIVE 'EM A VOLLEY!" he shouted
All bolsas prada the men in recon began to fire again, and Croft raked the jungle for a minute in short burstsHe could hear Wilson's machine gun pounding steadily"I guess we gave 'em something," Croft told GallagherThe flare was going out, and Croft stood up"Who was hit?" he shouted
"Bad?" Croft asked
"I'm okay," Toglio whispered"I got a bullet in my elbow
"Can you wait till morning?"
There was silence for a moment, then Toglio answered weakly, "Yeah, I'll be okay
Croft got out of his hole"I'm coming down," he announced He walked along the path until he reached ToglioRed and Goldstein were kneeling beside him, gucci paolo watch and Croft spoke to them in a low voice"Pass this on," he said"We're all gonna stay in our holes until mornin'I don't think they'll be back tonight, but you cain't tellAnd no one is gonna fall asleepThey's only about an hour till dawn, so you ain't got nothin' to piss about
"I wouldn't go to sleep anyway," Goldstein breathed"What a way to wake up It was the same thing Gallagher had said
"Yeah, well, I just wasn't ridin' on my ass either, waitin' for them to come," Croft saidHe shivered for a moment in the early morning air and realized with a pang of shame that for the first time in his life he had tiffany canada been really afraid"The sonsofbitchin' Japs," he saidHis legs were tired and he turned to go back to his gunI hate the bastards, he said to himself, a terrible rage working through his weary body
"One of these days I'm gonna really get me a Jap," he whispered aloudThe river was slowly carrying the bodies downstream
"At least," Gallagher said, "if we got to stay here a couple of days, the fuggers won't be stinkin' up the joint
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SAM CROFT THE HUNTER
A lean man of medium height but he held himself so erectly he appeared tallHis narrow triangular face was utterly without prada replica handbags expressionThere seemed nothing wasted in his hard small jaw, gaunt firm cheeks and straight short noseHis gelid eyes were very bluehe was efficient and strong and usually empty and his main cast of mind was a superior contempt toward nearly all other menHe hated weakness and he loved practically nothingThere was a crude unformed vision in his soul but he was rarely conscious of it
No, but why is Croft that way?
Oh, there are answersHe is that way because of the corruption-of-the-societyHe is that way because the devil has claimed him for one of his ownIt is because he is a Texan; it is because he has renounced spy bag fendi G |
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