she was trained by his grand father's trusted men...
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead
Only shooting stars break the mold
But the meteor men beg to differ
Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
All that glitters is gold
alex :"ingatlah kata-kata mu sendiri yang kamu tujukan pada ku dulu, 'orang miskin tidak pernah harus bergabung dengan orang berkelas', dan sekarang lakukanlah itu"
Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
I dragged myself behind a burned-out car. Each day, we chose a medic. I grabbed the short straw today. (I guess I should count myself lucky, considering I got shot and all.) I patched myself up and finished making the run to the church. I made it this time, but the doors were shut, so I got IED to throw me the breach pack he had on him. Once inside the church, I changed back to my own uniform then climbed to the top of the bell tower so I could get a better view, but I forgot my gun scope for my rifle and my binoculars, so I was next to useless up there, but oh well. In the distance, about 300m away, I could see light on the top of the hill. Out of nowhere, another shot went off, hitting me in the shoulder. (Seriously? Again?)
I took only a step out of the lift and the doors closed behind me. He on the other hand casually walked inside and threw his jacket on the couch and headed straight to a room. With him no longer in sight, my heart that was completely stiff and stuffy, relaxed a bit. I took a toll to inspect this apartment.
"There it goes again," said Susan presently.
Quietly I left the room I was and wandered around, looking for the doctor responsible for Nunnally. These people talking are smart, otherwise they wouldn't be here working for this hospital as doctors and they are looking from the outside so they might know something I don't know yet.