pups_dt (pups_dt) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-06-20 23:14:00 |
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Current mood: | bored |
Entry tags: | adam, npc |
Iraq, Mid-Morning, Adam (and NPC)
The checkpoint wasn't anything special to look at: a run down, single room guardhouse and a dilapidated bit of rubble that might have once upon a time held a gate along a stretch barren desert that didn't look any different from the other hundreds of miles of dusty sand that surrounded it.
But, orders were orders and Adam and the tetchy Sergeant had been slated to stand this particular batch of ground for the next forty-eight hours. Stopping any cars that came to pass and checking the papers of the occupants.
Straight-forward, easy work, and pretty much one of the most boring things he'd ever done.
He stood in the doorway to the shack, holding closed a self-heating ravioli filled MRE and watching the Sergeant as he put the finishing touches on a homemade sign.
"You sure that's right?" he asked, eyeing the artful squiggles and dots and swishes that made up the Arabic language.
"Copied it out of the phrase book," replied Sergeant Statler without looking up, making the accent over one symbol thicker.
"Yeah, but one dot in the wrong place and instead of 'Stop' it could say 'Islam Sucks' or something."
Statler shrugged. "As long as it doesn't say 'Ram This,' I'm cool."
Adam snorted and almost dropped the MRE when the tomato sauce suddenly started to bubble up through the open top while Statler went to attach the sign to the crumbling remains of the old barricade.