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PhilM's scribed his alice in wonderland fairy tale as follows......

> Just to let you know Sukh I hit a guy with a sachel charge 
> which literally painted the cave Red. Managed to roll 
> openended to not get caught by the blast zone.
> Also showed Rich how to take a guy down with a blade by 
> opening a guy up with a vibro-katana with one slash across his chest.
> Also hit two guys with two shots from my crosbow in our 
> attempt to take the guards out silently. Shame about the 
> armour penetration.

REALITY KICKS IN.......

Gray + Rich trained black ops dudes sneak in to cave and hide behind 
some rocks, they clock the two guards one in gun emplacement one wandering 
around smoking fag waiting to be got at. 

Hand signals are exchanged Gray raises his Blazer rifle, Rich switches 
his smg to full auto to give covering fire.....suddenly a squeak is 
heard from the edge of the rocks, 

"PSSST guys, I've got a crossbow I can take them out silently...."

R + G look at crossbow then at PhilM like something that just crawled 
across their bestest C-rations. Against our better judgment after a long 
argument about how loud a blazer rifle is we let PhilM have his 15 minutes. 

He takes aim holds his breath becomes one with the bow and target, bow, 
target, bow, target......Dave announces he is at extreme range, unperturbed 
the silent and deadly quarrel flies from the deadly black crossbow flying 
towards the target with uncanny and some said unatural accuracy. 

Meanwhile the guard (we'll call him George) takes a long slow drag from 
his cigarette and thinks about the smooth silky flesh on the insides of 
Tracy's thighs his main squeeze of the moment, a slight stirring of his 
loins and the ache from his spent love plums brings a smile to his lips..

'...aaaahhhh that woman could suck the nuts off an eighteen wheeler..' he 
thinks to himself. 

His reverie is interrupted by a small object bouncing off his kevlar vest, 
George looks down only a mild interest registering in his eyes at his feet 
lays a crossbow quarrel....!. 

George looks up You've fucking scratched my vest he shouts and raises his 
man size weapon his dad's old faithful Auto rifle and unloads on the rocks
where some egit is desperately trying to reload his squirrel killer 
crossbow...........

Yours(never bring a bow to a gunfight boy)
Rich