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Subject: [Story] Recon Squad - PART 5 ADDED

I have been thinking about aplot for some time now, and never really got around to writing it. I did post a part of it a few days ago, but there were no comments left so I presumed there were no readers. Besides, it wasn't that good, especially for the start, so I am re-writing. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1
Jack tightened his tie and checked over his suit. He cursed as he found his flies were undone and swiftly did them up. He took a few deep breaths. He glanced at the clock on the wall of his apartment. 10 seconds until his escort was due to arrive, and knowing the man who sent the escorts, Jack had no doubt that they would call at the precise second. Hell, they were probably waiting outside already, just waiting for the exact time.

The sudden ring of the doorbell broke the silence. Jack closed his eyes and sighed before striding down the hallway to the front door. He smoothed his hair and opened it.

He was met by two men. One was clearly the chauffer; dressed in a long grey coat with gold buttons and a parker cap. He smiled warmly and greeted Jack as he stepped out. The other was most likely a bodyguard; a thick-set, bald man who looked very uncomfortable in the suit he was wearing. He raised his hand out at Jack, purposely stressing the material of his jacket so it revealed the unfriendly looking pistol holstered on a belt around his waist. Jack studied him for a while, running through disarming dills in his mind, and smiled grimly as he shook the bodyguard's hand. He walked down the stairs to the back of the car where the smiling chauffer was holding open the door for him.

Jack thanked him and got in. He was rather unnerved when the large bodyguard also hauled himself inside next to him. The bodyguard grunted as he struggled to fit his muscular body inside the back seat, despite the massive space. He must have been nearly seven foot and almost as wide. The chauffer started the engine, and the journey began.

Two years since the war, but its influence was still strong. There was still a one-year conscription for all men over 20 Earth years to one division of the forces, and Jack couldn't seem to be able to shake off his long-term involvement with the ODSTs. He presumed that's why the ONI Chairman, mysterious Mr. Clark, has sent for him. He'd been headhunted for several ops after his achievement during the final stages of the war helping extract a high-priority Covenant asset in New Mombasa. He knew the same had happened to all the others in his squad, but he hadn't seen any of them since. No surprise; they hadn't even known his name. To them, he had simply been "The Rookie" despite the fact he had far more experience than them. Still, at least he wasn't ever referred to as "The FNG."

They were travelling through New York, the Old District, and James tried not to gawp at the marvellous skyscrapers of old. The Empire State Building had always been a fixation of his. It had been built in the 1930s, during a period of global depression, where almost every man was unemployed. Still, New Yorkers pulled together to make the world's tallest building in just over a year. Such determination had only ever been repeated recently in the war, but that was under different circumstances; the very existence of humanity was at stake.

Minutes later, the car pulled up outside an ominous looking building. It was dark grey with blackened windows so that no one could see in. It shrouded the nearby square in darkness, towering over it and scaring people into walking faster. At the top, there was the large ONI logo the only indication to the proprietors of the building.

The bodyguard thrust open the suicide doors of the Rolls Royce and held it open for Jack. Jack nodded at the bodyguard and thanked the chauffer. He heard the door close behind him and started walking over to the entrance. He was shocked when he felt the large hand of the bodyguard on his back, propelling him forwards towards the single revolving door. He thought about protesting, lashing out and subduing his escort, but he kept his cool. He would not attack first, that was stupid.
The foyer of the ONI building was as dark as its exterior. Pitiful attempts at lighting were snuffed out by the shadows cast by numerous pillars. The bodyguard forced jack to an elevator at the far side of the lobby. It appeared to be deserted but two secretaries sat at the front desk, staring at the unlikely pair down their noses before sharply turning their heads back to their work.

The elevator arrived swiftly and Jack stepped inside quickly so the bodyguard applied force to thin air, just to prove that he was capable of walking on his own. The bodyguard pressed the button for the 91st floor, just below the penthouse and they were lifted upwards rapidly. Jack watched the floor number increase at a rate of a floor a second. In a minute and a half, they were at their destination.

The doors opened smoothly and Jack stepped inside. It was a wide office with a desk facing the elevator. To the left, there was a large window that ranged from corner to corner and floor to ceiling. It was basically a glass wall that offered a panoramic view of the entire city. A silhouette of a suited man stood at the window, holding his hands behind his back.

"Ah, the renowned Jack Downes the ODST that Hell wouldn't accept" he said. His voice was hoarse and commanding. Jack grunted. Tell me something I don't know, he thought.

"Now, I suppose you're wondering why I've summoned you," Mr. Clark continued.

"Congratulations Sherlock..." Jack retorted instinctively. Bry humour was natural to him, though he had no idea why. It was met by a thump from the bodyguard and a sharp glare from Mr. Clark.

"...I mean: Yes Sir." he added sarcastically. Mr. Clark gave a pretend smile that was crooked and unnatural; a poor attempt at being friendly.

"Well, we require your skill set you see. You seem a very capable young man, and your allegiance would be useful. You would help keep peace amongst the Human-Sangheili Empire, a vital cog in the workings of universal cohesion." His voice trailed off. Jack said nothing, but maintained fierce eye contact with Clark. What he said was unimportant. It was what he did, or was going to do, was what mattered.

Mr. Clark nodded quickly at the bodyguard, who grunted in response. He threw a punch at Jack, but the quick ODST was ready, and whirled round below the punch, thrusting his knee into the bodyguard's back. He wheeled in pain and Jack hurled him over the desk. He looked back at Mr. Clark, who chuckled maliciously as he stretched a gas mask over his face. Jack spun round and saw green gas being released into the room. It made a sharp hissing noise, like a hundred snakes all flickering their tongues at once. Jack looked back at Clark, who simply raised his eyebrows.

The gas tasted foul like rotten eggs. Jack gagged, and thought about what he should do. Was he going to be killed now, without dignity in an office? It seemed stupid that he should have survived New Jerusalem, Cygnus and faced an entire night alone in occupied New Mombasa, but finally meet his end in a dark office of a frail old man. It was overwhelming. Jack tried to resist, but the influence of the gas was far too strong. He fell to his knees, stared at Mr. Clark for the final few moments. He grimaced and blacked out.


[Edited on 06.06.2010 9:43 AM PDT]

  • 05.31.2010 4:29 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Recon Squad

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I like it. You write better than me, I'll give you that.

Erm. Curse words, leave them out if you don't know how to swear properly. I don't like reading "blam" in texts...

And also, very important. You said you don't know the plot yet? It can be very troublesome to start a story without knowing where it'll lead you. Please rethink your next actions. I'd hate to see a story that started well be spoiled...

  • 05.31.2010 9:02 AM PDT

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Nice story, I would like to see some more.

  • 05.31.2010 9:19 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Recon Squad - PART 2 ADDED

CHAPTER 2
Three ODSTs lay on their bellies in the freezing snow. The blizzard raged above their heads and the harsh winds blew the snow side-ways. They were lying on the edge of a deep, rocky canyon. Built in to the opposite cliff edge was a large, silver doorway. It was almost as tall as the cliff, and about a hundred metres wide, but it was still difficult to see inside because the interior was unlit and dark.

The sergeant lay in-between the other two soldiers, staring down the scope of a sniper rifle. The other two made do with battle rifle scopes. They were all looking at the same thing; a large, humanoid creature completely sheathed in silver metallic armour, much the same as the doorway. The armour was lined with blue trim that contained some form of pulsating energy, originating from a large blue circle in the centre of the chest piece. Its eyes also shined brightly with the energy, giving it a menacing appearance.

"What am I looking at?" the gruff voice of the sergeant called through the radio. It was received thousands of miles above on the orbiting frigate by a young, uniformed operator with large glasses sitting staring at a computer screen.

"Establishing visual link, can you patch through the pictures?" the operator replied. The sergeant grunted in response and a few moments later a live stream of the sergeant's HUD flickered on the monitor, and immediately the operator leaned forward relished the view. The doorway was a thing of unnatural beauty, a marvellously crafted piece of engineering. He then averted his gaze to the figure that was standing absolutely still at the foot of the doorway. He stared at it for a few moments before vigorously tapping his keyboard.

"I don't recognise it myself, but I'm running a comparison with every known species and I'll do a quick check of its anatomy." He stated, and began tapping on his keyboard once again.

The sergeant shuffled and looked down the scope again. The thing stood absolutely still, and he wondered whether it was alive at all. He wouldn't be surprised if the operator told him it had frozen to death; he certainly didn't think that anything could live here for very long it was far too cold in his opinion.

"No match," said the operator. "But it's alive. Warm blooded, with almost identical traits to us in terms of bone structure and vital organs. Its muscle pattern is the same, but it has a density far greater than that of a human. If I didn't know any better, I would say it was a Spartan II."

The sergeant sighed. This thing was incredible they wouldn't stand a chance... unless they had the element of surprise. Which we do, the sergeant mused. His finger tightened around the trigger, and he aimed the cross-hair at the creatures head. It was met with stuttering from the operator who was trying to persuade him to stop, sussing out what he was about to do. The sergeant shrugged off his attempts like water off a ducks back, and pulled the trigger.
It did nothing. The bullet became merely wedged in the side of the creature's helmet. It wheeled round to look at the ODSTs, who were all gaping behind their visors.

The creature raised its arms, and the blue energy was channelled through the trim from the core to the gauntlets. The amassing energy was discharged in a single deadly bolt that flew at lightning speed towards the squad. They jumped back just in time, as the bolt hit the space where they had just been lying. The energy melted a large section of the cliff, and made a sickly hissing noise.

One of the ODSTs got up and threw a grenade at the creature. It landed next to it, so the thing couched and shielded itself in a blue bubble. The grenade exploded, but it didn't do anything to slow the aggressor. Instead, it hurried it on, and the creature fired again.
This time, the bolt hit the poor ODST square in the chest and vaporized it. The sergeant watched in horror, and sprinted backwards where he found his other Private, desperately assembling a rocket launcher. He looked up at the sergeant.

"It's worth a try, Sir." He said bravely.

"No, it's not. You saw what that thing did; you wouldn't get the chance to take the shot."
They looked at each other for a brief moment, but they were interrupted by the crackle of the comm.

"Retreat to the DZ, there's a pelican waiting already. Hurry, the creature is in pursuit!"

They sprinted back towards the drop zone, not daring to look back. They could hear the clunking of the creatures armour as it ran across the snowy plain towards them. They stumbled into view of the pelican. The rear hatch opened and they were helped in by two marines. As soon as they were in, the pelican took off, and as the rear hatch closed, the ODSTs could see their pursuer below, staring up at them through its cold blue eyes. They collapsed, and fell asleep.

The operator got up and walked briskly down the corridor. He turned a corner and reached the deck. Standing looking out the front window was an old man dressed in white Number Ones. He had a grey beard and a weather beaten face. He turned around and the operator saluted.

"At ease. What's the matter?" the man said.

"We've encountered a problem Lord Hood. On the planet surface, unidentified creatures." The operator explained. Lord Hood raised his eyebrows.

"They're in the way of Sierra 117's distress beacon. We're going to need a spec ops extraction team, do we have one?"

Hood grunted.

"Yes, we do..."


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[Edited on 06.01.2010 8:14 AM PDT]

  • 06.01.2010 4:13 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Recon Squad - PART 3 i) ADDED

Please comment if you are reading. Thanks.

CHAPTER 3
Breath returned to Jack's body, and he felt the quick icy chill that he always did when he awoke from cryo sleep. It was an odd sensation that tingled down his spine, and he was undecided whether he liked it or not. He sat up and looked around. There were four other cryo pods, and they each canonically let out a burst of nitrogen gas and opened up, revealing the occupant. The pod nearest to Jack opened first, revealing a young man also dressed in a suit. He had light blonde hair and smooth features, a stark contrast to Jack's dark hair and angular face. As he began to wake, Jack hopped out of his cryo tube and helped him out.

The other man replied thanks, but before they could properly introduce themselves they were interrupted by the familiar alien roar of an Elite. They spun round and watched the beast jump out and stare at them in the eye, breathing heavily. It looked as though it would rip them to shreds, but Jack held out his hands to signal to stop. From behind that Elite, another emerged from the final pod. This one looked calmer. He stepped out and immediately analysed the situation. He placed a hand on his fellow's shoulder. The two Elites looked at each other for a few moments, mumbling to each other in the native Sangheili tongue.

"Pardon my behaviour humans, it was instinctive," apologised the aggressive Elite. "I am Ryma 'Noloree, and this is my friend Onma 'Sedulee." The two Elites held out their hands to Jack and the other man.

"I'm Jack" Jack stated as he shook their hands.

"And I'm Sebastian" the blonde man added. "Does anyone have any idea what we're doing here? ONI bastards, summoned me then beat me down whilst my back was turned! Then I find myself down here in your company."

The other three shook their heads, and Ryma snarled. He seemed like an irascible, reckless warrior, who was kept on a leash by the more patient Onma.

"Were you all soldiers?" Jack asked openly.

"Yes, I was an ODST." Sebastian replied. Jack was thankful for the common ground.

"So was I" he replied. Sebastian nodded, and they turned to Onma, who had begun speaking.

"I was Special Forces, until the Brutes took over, and I became a normal soldier. That is also what happened to Ryma; we were a duo of sorts." Onma said. Ryma nodded, staring into space and taking deep breaths. They were both wearing black combat gear, so Jack probably should have guessed.

There was silence in the room as the occupants found they had nothing to say. Neither species liked talking about the war, mainly because of the things that were done by both sides, nor how, after everything, the Elites joined forces with Humanity. Both sides had tortured the other, giving reason for a great resentment between them, but it had to be laid aside for the greater good.

The silence was broken by a loud clunk, and a hidden door was swung open. In stepped Mr. Clark and a small group of other people. On his left, there was a woman in combat gear, cradling her helmet. She had blonde hair and a manly face. Jack recognised her instantly as Veronica "Dare," the captain whom he had helped during the events in New Mombasa. He averted his gaze to the two armed guards to the right of Mr. Clark and naturally calculated his actions if they were to attack.

However, the armed guards did not stop Ryma, who marched forwards with burning hate in his eyes towards Clark. Onma leaped forwards to restrain him, but his aggression was so strong that it took all three of them to pin him down. One of the guards walked towards them, his assault rifle raised. Jack leapt into action. He elbowed the man in the gut, and whilst he was weak, forced the butt of the assault rifle into the man's face. The guard was knocked down and he clutched his bleeding nose. Jack kicked the rifle away and whipped out a pistol from his jacket. He had stolen it from the guard in Mr. Clark's office when he attacked him.

Mr. Clark was smiling and clapping slowly. His clapping echoed around the room.

"Marvellous, excellent!" he congratulated "You're just a show-off aren't you, Downes?" He ceased to clap and turned his attention to the other three who were lying on the floor. Ryma had given in, and lay in a sulk, the weight and embarrassment of defeat heavy on his shoulders.

"Have no worries Ryma, we will fix that temper of yours, but it's good to see you have so much..." he paused as he searched for the right word "...Passion" He continued smiling in the fake and unfriendly manner of which he always did.

"And as for you two, Onma and Sebastian; you displayed friendship by preventing Ryma from doing anything unnecessarily stupi... passionate." Jack was getting bored of his useless compliments. "You see, these are all traits that I want in my new team."

"What team?" Jack replied harshly. He was a lone wolf naturally, though he had no problem working as a unit. It was the fact that it was Clark's team. He didn't want to have anything more to do with the bugger, but it seemed it was too late.
At this moment, Dare stepped forward assertively.

"It's my team Clark, for the record." She said commandingly. Clark attempted a humorous taken aback expression, but cheery expressions weren't his sort of thing, and it ended up looking positively wrong. Dare sighed, and continued.

"The UNSC is dying for a Special Operations Squad. I searched records from all across the Empire to muster up the best team available. Believe it or not, it's you lot. There's no backing out: you are all officially KIA and if you go walking on the street someone's going to notice. So it's here or the asylum; I would strongly recommend here."



[Edited on 06.03.2010 12:39 PM PDT]

  • 06.02.2010 11:00 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] Recon Squad - PART 4 ADDED

CHAPTER 4
Jack sat in the cold metal container that was his drop pod, and checked over the hundreds of dials and screens that littered its walls. Sebastian's face flashed on the small screen to his left. He looked at him through the camera.

"You all right in their Jack? Just like old time's eh?" he asked in a friendly manner. Jack shrugged off his attempts of intimacy with a sharp nod and a grunt. He hadn't decided that he liked Sebastian yet, not until he'd seen him fight. Sebastian sighed, before placing the modified Recon helmet over his head and turning of the camera.

Jack looked down through the small slant of the window near the bottom of his pod, which allowed him to look right the way down at the planet they now orbited. It was an exo-atmospheric drop; the worst kind because of the intense heat during entry and the immense speed changes. The planet was shrouded in thick, snow white clouds that hid the surface from view. Jack checked his new suit. It was modified ODST armour with a new Recon helmet. Despite its uninteresting appearance, the armour housed some top of the range technology, such as plasma dissipating electro-stasis fields, Covenant active camouflage and force-responsive, shock-absorbing padding capable of stopping bullets.

"Fancy stuff" according to Dare, who was filling the screen to his right. She was checking that Onma and Ryma were alright in their unfamiliar pods. They, of course, had a modified Elite combat-harness instead of ODST suits, but were still dropping down in regular HEVs. After a few minutes, everyone was ready.

Red lights filled each of their pods, casting an eerie glow over their masked faces. Suddenly it flashed bright green, and the HEVs were ejected out of the frigate at break-neck speed. As they entered the atmosphere, Jack felt his feat burn under the intense heat of entry. As they entered the stratosphere, they began to slow as the drag increased with air concentration. Ice formed on the window, and Jack thumped his clenched fist on the drag-fin activation button. The pod immediately decelerated as four fins protruded from the top of the pod. Then came the impact.

It was a bone shattering crash as the HEV hit the perma-frost. Despite the solidity of the ground, the pointed shape of the pod allowed it to half bury itself deep into the tundra. Jack sat back and rubbed his back, his face was contorted with pain. He hadn't ever been in a drop that harsh in his entire career. Still, first time for everything, he mused.

He thrust his foot outwards and kicked the hatch off. Four other HEVs stood buried in the ground. Sebastian and Dare were trying to prize the hatch of another, unopened pod. Jack ran over to help. Eventually, the stubborn door burst off, and the three fell backwards. They quickly picked themselves up and brushed off the snow from their armour. Onma graciously stepped out, thanking them ardently. It must have been scary in there; a big Elite trapped in a small pod.

Dare looked around. All the pods were opened, yet Ryma was missing. She bowed her head for a moment, her finger on her ear. She was trying to establish radio contact, but no answer came. Over the desolate, snowy landscape came an ear piercing howl. Onma wheeled round to face its direction.

"Ryma is in danger, we must hurry!" he cried. Jack loaded his battle rifle and sprinted off in wake of Onma. He was followed by both Dare and Sebastian. Sebastian was holding a sniper rifle, and soon peeled off from the main group. Dare nodded at Jack, and whispered over the comms:

"Go right, flank them." By them, she meant the aggressors; whose faint red outlines could be seen on Jack's VISR, surrounding the green figure of Ryma. Jack rolled in the snow to a rocky out crop where he fiddled with the numerous pouches around his belt. He picked out a cylindrical grenade, pulled the pin and flung it into the fray. A plume of smoke erupted from within it perfect cover for the team, who used their VISR mode to spy the attackers through the smoke.

Jack lunged at one of them with his combat knife. It was a large arachnid, with a muscular body and features similar to a scorpion. The blade sank deep into its flesh and the yellow blood oozed out from the wound. It collapsed dead on the floor. Jack saw out of the corner of his eye an arachnid morph into a large, heavy-weight beast with arms the size of tree trunks. It made for Jack, but before it crushed him under its giant fists, a sniper bullet came whizzing past, hitting it square in the face.

Jack saluted up at Sebastian in a gesture of thanks, before running to one of the arachnids and jumping on its back. He quickly pulled out his SMG and sprayed the countless bullets into its slimy flesh. It dropped dead, and Jack moved onto the next. The skirmish was over in a matter of minutes; everyone's armour dirtied with the yellow puss of the creature. When the dust settled, everyone looked at Ryma, who stood in the centre, energy swords blazing. Dare strode towards him and looked up at his face. The difference in height meant she had to look into his mandibles and he growled.

"You imbeci..." her rage was postponed by the crackle of the comms.

"Ma'am, hostiles inbound. 1 o'clock!" Sebastian called. Dare looked round at everyone and nodded. They all activated their active camouflage and crept around to flank the enemies. Staring through the sight of his battle rifle, Jack could make out specific features of the hostiles.

They were all clad in thick metallic armour. They looked like knights from the medieval age; each of their armour was different in some shape or form. But they all shared the same pale blue glow emanating from a circular energy source in the chest piece that channelled the energy through a blue trim that circulated around the armour. They stopped and stooped around the bodies. They seemed to be performing an autopsy. One of them stood up again, a bullet in-between its fingers.

"Humans were here, they killed the parasite." It said. It made a sharp grating sound when it said 'humans' as if it bore a deep resentment for the entire species. Jack wondered why, but as he studied the knight-like creature further, he found a bullet incision in the side of its helmet. Jack guessed that it was the foundation of the creatures hatred.

Dare's voice came cool and clear over the radio.

"On my mark, engage."

Two seconds past, but it felt like an eternity. This was going to be a hell of a fight.

"Mark!"


[Edited on 06.03.2010 12:42 PM PDT]

  • 06.03.2010 12:38 PM PDT

CHAPTER 5
Dare's words rang in Jack's mind; painfully repeating themselves inside his head. He launched himself at the legs of one of the creatures. His shoulder flew into its thick, metallic shin and cracked under the impact. Jack reared back in pain and clutched his shoulder. The knight-like creature towered above him, and Jack's eyes met with its cold blue eyes. Jack reached for his SMG and fired a clip of pitiful ammo that harmlessly bounced off his opponent's tough outer shell.

It bent down and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. Jack gasped for air as he felt the thick metal claw siphoning off his airways. He flailed about, desperately trying to break loose. Suddenly, he regained his sense of calm. A voice inside his head called out: What are you doing? This is no way to fight!

It was enough. Jack assessed the situation in a second. Then he delivered a sharp kick in the creature's chest. His spiked boots penetrated the casing to the energy core. The creature recoiled as the molten energy trickled out of the hollow and fell in a smouldering puddle on the floor.

It dropped Jack and he scurried backwards and collected his weapons. He turned around and saw the creature catch fire, engulfed in blue flame. It seemed the energy was highly volatile, and these creatures had it running all through their armour. It would take one measly spark to set the entire thing alight. One well aimed shot to the chest would do it. Jack reached for his pistol and sprinted off towards the rest of the creatures.

Ryma ran next to him, dual energy swords blazing. As they approached two of the creatures, Ryma jumped up in the air and spun at deadly speed. It gave him the appearance of a ripsaw cutting through the creature like a knife through butter. It was a valiant and balletic attack, he landed, perfectly balanced on one leg.

Jack's attack was not so aesthetically pleasing, but just as effective. He jumped off a rock so he was above the creature, and fired a perfect shot in the creature's chest-piece. The flammable energy ignited and exploded, sending chunks of metal in every direction.
The other's caught wind of Jack's strategy, and followed suit. Soon, all the creatures were dead; either in half from Ryma's deadly ripsaw attack, or in pieces from Jack's one bullet method. Everybody keeled over and regained their breath, but the fight was not won yet.

Whilst the squad gasped for air, more of the creatures materialised out of nowhere and tackled them. They shackled them with painful bonding made out of some electric field. The leader stepped forward and removed its helmet to reveal a perfectly human face tattooed with strange circular markings.

"Why have you come here, humans and Sangheili?" he boomed. His voice was deep and commanding; it resonated throughout the plain. His eyes were blue and violent and he scanned the small crowd and awaited a response. None came.

He grunted and clenched his fists.

"Take them away!" he commanded. The snow began to fall thick and fast once more. The captors did an about turn and marched off, forcing Recon squad forward painfully. The leader looked around, and then looked down at the debris and the remains of his fallen comrades. He sniffed, turned and followed the others.

Sebastian lay still in the snow and watched the events unfold. He turned and lay on his back, wondering what to do. He could easily kill the leader, but then his friends would be killed also. It was a tough decision. Should he follow, or should he radio for back-up? He watched them walk away, consumed by the blizzard. He gulped, and jumped down the slope. Wherever they were taking them, he would get them back. Then they would all go home.

  • 06.06.2010 9:42 AM PDT