Eight days...

Oct 14, 2009 17:15


Chips of ice flew from the spiked all-weather tires as Sergeant Arn barreled across the tundra to the base of the mountain range. In the caves there he would find his target, and his months of hunting would be over. He could almost taste victory. It wouldn’t be long now.

Prey Found )

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sternothebeardy October 14 2009, 22:48:31 UTC
awesome!

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