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The door opens into a busy hallway, soldiers and associated personnel moving this way and that in the controlled chaos that precedes a battle. A few casts puzzled glances at Annabelle, but say nothing, noting how the blonde woman is being escorted by the Special Agent.
alertcommando: (gunsmoke)
The door takes them to the main area of a ruined church: pews and benches are missing, the altar is empty and dusty, ruined by time and weather. Outside a broken window nearby the sun is setting, a gorgeous orange ball at which they can look directly. That night, the wind would blow in to add another layer of dust to what had been burying the small dead city for the last three years.

The whitish dust lay over everything, covering the streets and the open spaces, starting the work of hiding the small houses that had been crushed and made into rubble by soviet artillery and their massive tanks.

It is quiet. Like a cemetery. "And here we are."
alertcommando: (lesbian)
[ Before ]

First thing to be noticed, is the brightly colored sticker on the door. Just because Tanya gave up looking does not mean she will hide after 'coming out' already.

She opens the door for Annabelle, letting her friend walk in first: the room is tastefully furnished, with the queen-sized bed, carpet, a large comfy couch, a walk-in closet and a door to a bathroom. Bookcase, a portable fridge, a work desk. Cozy little space.

Little details are what set it apart, like the tactical belt with two pistols hanging from the back of a chair, and the gun rack holding two carbine-sized assault rifles and two scoped long guns.

"Welcome to my little foxhole."

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Tanya Adams

July 2012

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