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Shooter

Veteran Member
My dad was a fire captain, besides all the normal stuff like setting with back against the wall. facing the door, watching every damn thing going on, when going into a resturant, or bar, well any business I always look for fire exits, and fire extinguishers,

probably look at the big windows and wonder how many rounds it will take to punch one out? always searching for exits,
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
My dad was a fire captain, besides all the normal stuff like setting with back against the wall. facing the door, watching every damn thing going on, when going into a resturant, or bar, well any business I always look for fire exits, and fire extinguishers,

probably look at the big windows and wonder how many rounds it will take to punch one out? always searching for exits,


One of my things is looking at shelves and such. Too many years as a climber. Stuff goes down somewhere like a costco or home depot, if I cant get to an exit, I can get up high and hide/wait for an opportunity. Nobody looks up, and I can slide on top of some plywood and roll to the back. Takes just the right angle to see me, much less hit me
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Another spot is a hold over from my youth. The big clothes racks have crossbars in the middle and I can squat on the crossbars inside the clothes so my feet arn't visible
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The running gazelle on the veldt gets chased, the static object attracts less attention, so its easier to pick your time and pace.
 

hummer

Veteran Member
Described PTS linked anxiety and the weird safe spaces we have to a T!
ive come a long way with mine, and just learned my Shrink left the VA... WHICH SUCKS! :bhd:
I love this story. I should start back writing mine.

I had 2 safe places for a few years.....my home and my truck.
 

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Garen turned to the group. “Doug, Heidi, Emilia, Christmas is only a day away. Why don’t you stay here and we can have Christmas together. Doug, while you are on the radio, ask Jesse and Zed if they will come as well. We have enough room for everyone and holidays are a time to bring people together.”
Easier to merge the story threads and character groups if they come together, even if only temporarily. If some bad guys track after Jesse & Zed, taking out the trash could get started, sooner rather than later.
I know, I know - it's Christmas but, you have to deal with threats; I doubt the bad guys are looking at the Holiday schedule and if I were on the Aggressor team, this is when I'd try to make a score .....

G.
 

Shooter

Veteran Member
Another spot is a hold over from my youth. The big clothes racks have crossbars in the middle and I can squat on the crossbars inside the clothes so my feet arn't visible
got my ass beat over that one, hid from my mom, I was 4 or 5. just like that, inside a clothes rack, she paniced and had people all over the store, even the police, I told them I fell asleep , I didnt was just hiding, I thought it was funny. she didnt
 

RememberGoliad

Veteran Member
<ring....ring....>

<little kid, whispering> "Hello?"

<adult> "Hi young'un, can I talk to your mom?"

<kid, whispering> "She's busy."

<adult> "How about your daddy?"

<kid, whispering> "He's busy, too."

<adult> "Well, is there anybody else there I can talk to?"

<kid, whispering> "Yeah, there's some policemen and firemen here too, but they're busy too."

<adult> "They're ALL busy? What on earth are they doing?"

<kid, whispering and giggling> "They're looking for me!"
 

Lone_Hawk

Resident Spook
One of my things is looking at shelves and such. Too many years as a climber. Stuff goes down somewhere like a costco or home depot, if I cant get to an exit, I can get up high and hide/wait for an opportunity. Nobody looks up, and I can slide on top of some plywood and roll to the back. Takes just the right angle to see me, much less hit me
The running gazelle on the veldt gets chased, the static object attracts less attention, so its easier to pick your time and pace.

Most people don't look up, or down. I got caught in an ambush during training, everyone ran like hell, an old friend of mine and I plopped down next to a log. They were jumping over us and running around like crazy. When there was silence we went back to camp and were enjoying a nice dinner when the judges returned. We were the only two that weren't captured...
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
With unanticipated guests in the house, some time was spent working on shifting sleeping arraignments.

“We can just warm up the training building. That would be the easiest.” Was Garen’s first recommendation.

“That still has us split up over two locations not within stumbling distance. It could be a problem if we serve to much of your homemade eggnog.” Bekka replied.

“Well for this evening, the easiest solution would be I shift over to your bedroom, Allyson and Angelique on the futon in the spare room over the garage. This would let Heidi and Emilia have the bed and Doug on the day bed in the spare room.” Kara paused a moment.

'Garage'. Hmm, her gears were spinning. “Garen, if we move a car or two around, we could fit your trailer into the last bay in the garage. That would give the space for Zed and Jesse up here instead of the training building.”

Garen’s gears were spinning as well.

“Great idea. While I move things around to get it up here, you guys can rummage in the connex for some Christmas gifts for the kids down the hill. I figure we can do a late night or early morning Santa Drop down there.”

“Well, that’s fine but we need some people free and close by if Zed and Jesse run into any trouble getting here. Besides, if we are doing a drop down there, I need to blow the dust off of some cook books and do some baking.” Bekka chimed in since she already had a few ideas of her own for the Santa bundles.

“But tomorrow is another project let’s get the sleeping arrangements done for tonight and some dinner. I bet people are hungry and tired. It had been a busy day. There will be plenty to do and talk about in the coming days”



The next hour or so was spent getting things, people, and sleeping spots shuffled around. It didn’t take long for the small heater in the studio apartment above the garage to get warm and cozy.

At dinner, everyone was making small talk. Bekka was right most things could wait. It became some sort of unspoken agreement, many of the larger topics were left for tomorrow so they would only have to be covered once. Instead, the topics swung into a different direction.

“So, with Heidi taking one of the Backcountry Ranger positions, I was going to get your recommendation for an EMT or Paramedic school to send her to if you guys weren’t doing initial training.” Doug said around fork loads of food.

Garen started to say something when suddenly Angelique jumped up. “I got it, be right back.”

And she took off down the hall. Everyone at the table was watching her run down the hall, wondering what she was up to. Moments later, she reappeared with a stack of at least six textbooks.

“Right! Here’s the starting one, then to this one and then…”She was handing them to Heidi as she spoke.

Allyson was laughing now, and soon everyone else joined in, all for different reasons.

“Doug, we can train her, especially since I don’t think the rules apply for now. We did in a couple of months what normally takes over a year when we put Angelique through the ringer. Do you remember the final exercise we did in your refresher?”

Doug nodded at Garen’s question.

“Well her scenario was much harder and she had two casualties, worked them solo for over nine hours.”

At such praise and accomplishment, Doug was truly impressed and Angelique was embarrassed, turning bright red.

“Depending on how much time she wants to spend here, we can line up stuff to learn, Heidi can study back at your cabin, and then we get together either here or there, review, and apply the next lessons. You would be there to help answer her questions if she has any. You guys think on it a bit.”

Doug made a mental note to ask Angelique more later and ask Heidi if she was still up for it. They needed to know what way she would learn best.

Heidi looked at her new friends, and determining so far from what she learned about them it was better to have them as friends, but could not help wondering to herself again and again ‘who are these people?’
 
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Sportsman

Veteran Member
Thanks. From time-to-time, I consider the long term situation in this story. I hate to contemplate the thought out loud, but think of how this would play out in a year or three.
 

txs

Contributing Member
In #4133, 5th paragraph, i got what you mean but the wording seems akward to me, might just be me. It reads like the garage gears are spinning
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Angelique was still euphoric! Her father was alive and here! It wasn’t until late in the evening when she was moving some things into the studio apartment above the garage when some other questions began in her head. He is alive and in the cabin in the woods where she was supposed to move to. Was supposed to move there, emphasis on the ‘was’. Was he thinking she was still moving there? Did she even want to move there? There were only two bedrooms and Heidi and Emelia were there now. Was moving there even an option? Did she even want to? What about Garen and Bekka and Kara and Allyson? What about everything she was committed to here? Her head was spinning when Allyson walked into the small room.

“What’s up? You seem upset? It’s only a queen-sized futon, I know but I’m not the one who flails about in their sleep.” Allyson’s attempt at humor fell flat with Angelique.

Allyson could see she was in quite a tizzy. “Hey come on we have been through a lot. You can talk to me what’s wrong? Remember we are a team, a family we will help you figure out.”

“What am I going to do!?” Angelique practically wailed.

Now Allyson was really confused. “About what?”
 
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ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Downstairs in the garage, Kara sat on the couch. She could hear the animated conversation going on with Allyson and Angelique. Kara knew to add herself to the mix would be wrong. This was, in many ways, Angelique’s ‘Adult’ moment. All the training, all the learning, even the killing, none of it had pushed the same reality button of ‘being an adult’ like what Angelique was going through right now.

Allyson, Garen, Bekka, and herself, they had all only knew her as she is and was from when they met her; what she has forged and molded herself into. She has always been an adult in their eyes. A young adult, but an adult, more than capable of making her own decisions and standing on her own two feet.

Now, here was her father; the person who has known her since birth. The person who was trying to help her learn to step out some on her own by moving out here to stay with him for that transition. Kara saw some of the backsliding to her younger ways and mannerisms. When Doug was around, in some ways she was that young teenager again. It is natural. All kids usually go through it as they grow up. Even grown adults sometimes backslide around their parents.

Kara could hear the realization and the struggle in Angelique’s voice as she explained the problem and the war in her mind. Kara knew what she thought would be best for her, but it was a decision only Angelique could truly make.

Joining the military or going away to college would be similar to what has happened. She had plenty of conversation with people fresh from basic training and technical training. It’s a whole new world being an adult without the safety net. Kara knew Angelique was smarter and more independent than most she had known. She just hoped she would accept she was an adult now and make adult choices.

Kara stretched out on the couch. Pulling the blanket around her, she tried to focus on other things as she fell asleep.

“I will be without fear in the face of my enemies
I will stand brave and upright that the Lord may love me
I will speak the truth always even if it means my death
I will protect the helpless and do no wrong”
 
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Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
I will be without fear in the face of my enemies;
I will stand brave and upright that the Lord may love me;
I will speak the truth always even if it means my death;
I will protect the helpless and do no wrong.

Just a movie quote but what if we could get the elected and senior grey gov't officials to swear to something akin to it? Of course getting them to honour same may be a challenge as they all seem to feel free to invoke a 'personal interpretation' of the one they swear to now.

I know; bordering on a rant. Please accept my apologies.

Carry on, CCG
 

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
I will be without fear in the face of my enemies;
I will stand brave and upright that the Lord may love me;
I will speak the truth always even if it means my death;
I will protect the helpless and do no wrong.

Just a movie quote but what if we could get the elected and senior grey gov't officials to swear to something akin to it? Of course getting them to honour same may be a challenge as they all seem to feel free to invoke a 'personal interpretation' of the one they swear to now.

I know; bordering on a rant. Please accept my apologies.

Carry on, CCG


The movie quote actually harkens back to actual translations and older ceremonies, Just saying.

Maybe glance back at Terry's eulogy. I do my homework
 

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Uhhh?
You shouldn't do that to people, that's mean....:popcorn1:
Oh wait ....there's more of the same around, the corner....down the road ....over the next hill ......

Is that pop corn fresh? I've only got micro-wave stuff left .....
 
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Sportsman

Veteran Member
CCG sure is good at this isn't he. I'm guessing that quote is one of the translations from the book of Micah? Now, what does it mean here?
Thank you.
 

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
CCG sure is good at this isn't he. I'm guessing that quote is one of the translations from the book of Micah? Now, what does it mean here?
Thank you.
Bible study is not my long suit but I think you may be right; lots of D&G and related in the OT. It's great to see the threads converging though which, if anything, is going to make for a much more entertaining tale as all the characters get 'rationalised' in time-and-activity.

Of course, that means Cliff & The Course Corrections will be popping in ad hoc, rather more frequently ......
 

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
My dad was a fire captain, besides all the normal stuff like setting with back against the wall. facing the door, watching every damn thing going on, when going into a resturant, or bar, well any business I always look for fire exits, and fire extinguishers,

probably look at the big windows and wonder how many rounds it will take to punch one out? always searching for exits,
COVID helped close one of my favourite eateries. I could sit, back in a corner and see both the front entrance and the exit and the serving entry plus the Bar. Good food and decent quality adult beverages, while important, pale in comparison to feeling safe, secure and being prepared to respond to issues.

It would have been a prime target for a certain terrorist sub-species as it specialised in particularly well-prepared pork dishes but, all is not lost; I got the recipe.
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ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The smell of coffee and the sounds of water let Heidi know someone else was up and moving about. She had been up for some time as normal, but this wasn’t her house and didn’t know everyone’s patterns of sleep. She slipped out of the room, leaving Emilia in the bed and Doug on the daybed, both still asleep.

Down the hallway she went. In the kitchen, the tall woman from the woods was standing at the end of the breakfast bar sipping coffee and scratching the head of a very excited and wiggling blond Siamese cat. As she stepped into the kitchen, the cat stopped lunging upward into the woman’s hand and it looks over at her.

“Coffee?”

“Sure.” Heidi moved forward. With both of them barefooted, the height differences were even more apparent. Kara was tall, very lean and quite striking to look at. Not what the textbook definition of ‘beauty’ describes but striking in a martial way. She could have stepped right out of Tolkien, or ‘Thrones’ or any of the medieval sagas. The blonde hair, much lighter than her own honey blond, coupled with her light grey eyes, there was no mistaking her Nordic heritage. The tiny running shorts and A-frame T-shirt only made her arms and legs seem that much longer.

Heidi wasn’t sure what she was thinking or what she should do next. This was one of the rare times the shoe was on the other foot. It was Heidi just staring instead of the object being stared at. Part of her wondered what captured her attention most. Then she had it. It was Kara’s eyes. Heidi made a habit to stare back at people who stared at her own unique eyes, so she had looked at many pairs of eyes. The color of Kara’s was something new. They were a strange grey with the barest hint of tan, almost the color of concrete on the flightline.

“I said, did you want cream and sugar?” Kara’s voice brought her back to the here and now, embarrassing her. She knew she was usually pissed when others zoned out staring at her, and here she does it to someone else.

“That would be great” Heidi hoped Kara would blow it off to her just getting out of bed, but probably not. Kara turned to get a mug out of the upper cabinet. Kara’s A-frame t-shirt showed off her bare shoulders. With the height differential, Heidi was looking at Kara’s shoulder blade when she turned around.

Heidi had to blink a couple times to convince herself she wasn’t seeing things. There, on Kara’s shoulder, was an intricate tattoo, the design of which she knew as well as she knew her own hands. She could trace its shape in her sleep, and often would. It was the same wings and blade surrounding a sigil. She wore it as a medallion around her neck, a gift from a friend long dead. The one who hung the title of Valkyrie on her.

Before she could stop herself, she reached out to try and touch it, to confirm it’s existence. She pulled her hand back at the last second, narrowly avoiding contact. Her arm was back at her side by the time Kara turned back around, a mug in her hands.

Kara saw Heidi was a strange mix of flushed and pale when she held out the mug to her.

“Are you ok?” there was a worried tone to Kara’s voice now.

“That’s an interesting tattoo on your shoulder. Where did you get it?” Heidi’s voice cracked and squeaked like she was trying speech for the first time.

“I’ve had it about a year or so.” Kara wasn’t sure where this was going. What seemed like a casual question on the surface seemed to hold great import given Heidi’s tone and mannerisms.

“But where did you get it? Where did you get the design” There was a bit more of an inquisitive tone now, bordering on demanding. Now Kara was getting a little uneasy at Heidi’s reaction and tone.

Kara came to a decision. “Tell you what. Why don’t you grab your shoes and such and let’s take a walk down towards the training building? These lazy bums won’t be up for hours and we can talk outside and down there so we don’t wake anyone. I know we both have been up for hours.”

Heidi was thrown off by Kara’s idea for change of venue. She wasn’t saying she wouldn’t tell her, but she wasn’t willing to talk about it here. Why? How did she know Heidi had been up for hours was another good question? By the time Heidi had deciphered all of this in her head, Kara had the cream and sugar out on the counter and left towards the bedrooms.
 
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