Drabble, The Blast of War, Finn, 12
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fredbassettTitle : The Blast of War
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Finn
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Written for the Primeval100 challenge 306, Shakespeare
A mortar shell splintered rock above them, Finn winced.
Predictably, it was followed a moment later by the staccato burst of an AK47.
No one jumped up to return fire. They were running low on ammunition and the Taliban fucking knew it.
If they didn’t make a break for it soon, they’d be dead meat.
Their young officer was straight out of Sandhurst and as wet as a Sunday afternoon in Southport. He knew perfectly well that whatever decision he made was going to cost lives.
“A tenner says the fucking Rupert’ll be quoting Shakespeare in a minute,” Finn muttered.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Finn
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Written for the Primeval100 challenge 306, Shakespeare
A mortar shell splintered rock above them, Finn winced.
Predictably, it was followed a moment later by the staccato burst of an AK47.
No one jumped up to return fire. They were running low on ammunition and the Taliban fucking knew it.
If they didn’t make a break for it soon, they’d be dead meat.
Their young officer was straight out of Sandhurst and as wet as a Sunday afternoon in Southport. He knew perfectly well that whatever decision he made was going to cost lives.
“A tenner says the fucking Rupert’ll be quoting Shakespeare in a minute,” Finn muttered.
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Date: 2013-03-20 06:04 pm (UTC)