Advisory Notice: This is where shit happens.

Walking is a bitch. I mean come on! Who in their right mind willingly walks places? NO-ONE THAT'S WHO! The wind in the area had begun to pick up as I started berating my self on the stupid decision on walking to the Ranger station.Maybe Milo will be on duty this time? At least I can mess with him. Milo is a new Ranger who joined just recently, he is one of the few 'students' that hasn't tried to make a move on Cass, or has had his nose broken for the same reason. He is still in training, I think he always will be with the way he sleeps at the station.

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"HEY! MILO!" I shout as I come up to the station. The wind had picked up considerably since I left the diner. Through the windows I could see someone shuffling around inside the main lobby.

"What the-," Someone started off, "Is that you Knives? What the hell do you want?" He finished.

"Yeah It's me, I see you've been talking to Cass, She break your nose yet?" I snicker, knowing full well the answer as I yanked the door open. The Ranger station was very small, only slightly bigger than the piss-poor house I share with Kyle. To the right of the front door was a small office lined with hooks and Emergency Satellite Phones with a small oak desk piled high with wires and other pieces parts.

"What are you here for anyway Old man?" He calls from the rec room. He soon emerges from the back holding a clipboard and black satchel. "You aren't going on another one of your 'expeditions' are you? We're still finding traps and stuff fro the last time."

"Actually, yes, yes I am." I replied with a snort. "I need another ESP, if you would be so kind. And I am NOT an Old Man!"Goddamn kids... Don't know how to respect a soldier. I snatch one of the Phones from the small office and began testing it.

"HEY! Don't just snatch 'em off the wall! They aren't indestructible!"He snapped while trying to get the phone case from my hand. His short stature wasn't helping his case whatsoever. I quickly snatch the clipboard from his grip as well, preparing to sign out another phone.

"Thanks for the phone! I'll be back within the end of next week!" I shout, bolting out the door. All the while Milo standing there dumbfounded at how quickly I pulled that off. when I reached the end of the turn off that the station was sat on, the Sky was growing darker by the minute. I hope I can get to the canopy before it starts coming down in full force, last time it rained I was without shelter for far too long. With that thought I cram the case into what little room is left in my seabag but leaving the phone in my top pouch.

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God damnit. I was never a religious man, but, God, Allah, The Great Rainbow Serpent, whoever is listening, why must you torment me so? I thought while trying to make it to the treeline about 40 metres up the hill. The winds had picked up considerably, and were near enough on the cusp of being monsoon level winds, whipping the thick denim duster I had packed in case fire wasn't an option.

"What in the highest of hells have I done to deserve this level of punishment?!" I shouted sarcastically at the biggest thunderhead I've seen in a long while. I start to pick up my already quick pace as the clouds begin their downpour. At first it was nothing more than a light drizzle but by the time I had reached the crest of the hill and into the trees, it had evolved into a full-blown monsoon, where every few minutes lightning would light the sky up in a pinkish-blue hue. Red Lightning, goddamn this is a big one. Not to often do you see that so close to the ground I thought while pressing my back to an old sycamore tree. "Now would be a good time to see what all I've Remembered to pack." I quickly begin to open up my seabag under the somewhat dry forest floor.

"There's this hunk of junk," I announce as I toss the near bullet proof case of the ESP aside. I began pulling out a somewhat cheap looking black box and open it. "Damn, I forgot to assemble this before hand." I say as I began pulling out parts and attaching them together quickly to what soon becomes an M14. I take the scope out the box and slide it onto the Rifle. The Bag is now considerably lighter without that rifle taking up all of the space. "A couple of ammo boxes full of 7.62mm and .455 ammunition, that's about 600 rounds of .303 and about 500 of .455? Sounds about right." I state to myself as I begin loading several clips for the rifle. Lost in thought, I am soon brought back to reality as I run out of clips and a streak of lightning burst a tree into nothing more than a smouldering crater. "This getting out of hand!" I shout over the howling winds. " Quickly I pack up my remaining gear, load the rifle and sling it over my shoulder by the strap.

"HEY! MILO!" I shout into the Satellite Phone as more and more lightning starts to strike around me. "Where are you at? I need a getaway fast! This damn storm is picking up to much for this shit!"

"Knives?-*Schzz*-n't come and g-*Shzz-CRACK*Storm's getting too-" He began but soon static began over taking him before to long it went full static.

"What the Hell? Satellite Phones aren't supposed to do that?!" I shout over the growing static on the other side. "MILO! DO YOU COPY?" I was getting more and more worried with each passing moment. "Hey! I need Someone to Help M-*CRAK*" I started off before a bright reddish-pink lightning bolt stuck down at the phone, knocking me out as I flew several feet with the Rifle and seabag in tow.

Author's Note

So, our hero is finally had something happen to him. Red Lightning is some bad stuff mate.
Anyways~
What did I do wrong? What can I change? How many licks to the centre of a tootsie pop? You know the drill.

до свидания, Sawbones.