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Post by Corey Spencer on Apr 11, 2015 20:37:33 GMT -6
Spence took a great deal of pride in the shelter he'd managed to build. It was satisfying when the Army issue poncho, bit of 550 cord and tree branches came together to make a solid wind, rain, and prying eyes resistant haven. The moment they'd reached camp Spence had gone about claiming his little piece of the wilderness and thoroughly making it his bitch. The mingling branches of two huge trees that were close together made for the perfect base and, when all was said and done, Spence's home for the next few days was a sturdy, yet comfortable hammock-like contraption that rested roughly five feet off the ground for sleeping, and another patchwork series of branches and hooks drilled into the trees where his equipment hung for easy access.
Chief among these supplies Spence had brought along were a trio of firearms. The shotgun and rifle were tucked safely away in locked cases inside a pack high above the trees. The handguns, however, were right where they belonged. On Spence's person at all times. It was an old habit to break, sleeping without a weapon, and one that wouldn't be broken while out in the wild with a group of kids under his watch. The large caliber weapon was hidden from sight but the smaller was tucked into a holster on Spence's hip. He was used to sleeping in full clothing and didn't seem to mind the cold. A single, thin blanket was all he needed to be comfortable.
The former Special Forces operator had heard the approaching footsteps well before they got close enough it to be obvious they were headed in his direction. Spence slept lightly while in the field. Call it paranoia but it was a habit that had served him well over the years and would come in handy on this night. He didn't move, only waited. Sure enough the flap to his hooch was raised and he could nearly feel the hand drawing closer. Spence lashed out and secured the errant hand in an iron grip. Eyes snapped open and focused upon the perpetrator. "Don't be stupid." He said, his deep voice cutting through the silent dark.
Chief among these supplies Spence had brought along were a trio of firearms. The shotgun and rifle were tucked safely away in locked cases inside a pack high above the trees. The handguns, however, were right where they belonged. On Spence's person at all times. It was an old habit to break, sleeping without a weapon, and one that wouldn't be broken while out in the wild with a group of kids under his watch. The large caliber weapon was hidden from sight but the smaller was tucked into a holster on Spence's hip. He was used to sleeping in full clothing and didn't seem to mind the cold. A single, thin blanket was all he needed to be comfortable.
The former Special Forces operator had heard the approaching footsteps well before they got close enough it to be obvious they were headed in his direction. Spence slept lightly while in the field. Call it paranoia but it was a habit that had served him well over the years and would come in handy on this night. He didn't move, only waited. Sure enough the flap to his hooch was raised and he could nearly feel the hand drawing closer. Spence lashed out and secured the errant hand in an iron grip. Eyes snapped open and focused upon the perpetrator. "Don't be stupid." He said, his deep voice cutting through the silent dark.
