Hoah!

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Blitz and Shilo nodded and followed Leo. Blitz saw a young man that was in very bad shape and slowly, gently, pulled his stretcher to the front. His stomach churned at the sight of all the blood, but he didn't stop going through the wounded soldiers. He pulled the immediate ones to the front, mildly injured ones to the back, and, sadly, the hopeless ones to the side. Blitz hated that. He felt a strong wave of guilt every time he pulled one to the side because he felt like he was condemning them to their deaths, even though deep down he knew he was in turn saving the soldiers that still had a chance. Every single one of their faces burned in his mind. Somebody's daughter, somebody's son. Somebody's brother or sister or aunt or cousin or best friend. Somebody's dad. Blitz trembled as he thought about it. All these people... dead for the Army. And the Army still doesn't care.
Rick disappeared into the mess hall and dialed a number on the phone on the kitchen wall. Twenty minutes later, two jeep-fulls of medics he'd called from Fort Inabilt, the largest fort closet to Duss, arrived. He met them at the gate and told them where to go. ((lol, fail post XD))
Shilo heard whimpering and saw the base's lone veterinarian was struggling. Several scout dogs had been in the patrol. Now eight dogs lie in waiting, whining in pain. Shilo ran over to him, "Sir, do you need help?" The vet let out a relieved sigh, "Yes- take these, stop the worst of the bleeding." he gave Shilo a big wad of gauze. Shilo bent down in front of a black Labrador, who was limp on the ground. Gingerly, he wrapped her shrapnel-torn leg and belly. After he was done with the lab, he moved onto a pure white german shepherd with a bad neck injury. The dog let out a low growl as Shilo reached out to him. Shilo knew that some scout dogs got so attached to their handlers that they became mean to strangers, while other became defensive when they where injured. Back home, Shilo had seen it happen to his neighbor's dog, a sweet old shepherd. When she was nearing her end, pained by hip dysplasia, she bit her owner for the first time in her life ((true story)). Shilo knew that pain could turn even the friendliest dogs into viscous animals. He held his hand out slowly. The shepherd snarled and snapped at him. With a sigh, Shilo moved onto the dog next to him. That dog would have to be last, he couldn't waste his time trying to save a dog trying to kill him.

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((I got really bad WB atm, sorry. lol))

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Amanda heard yelling from the fort and saw two jeeps go in. Morte whimpered smelling the blood and Amanda backed away deciding it wasn't the best time. She could see Rick by the gate and knew it he looked in her direction for whatever reason he would see her without a doubt, but she knew a dog would most likely notice first. She was ready to run in case she was shot at and Morte whimpered again louder. Amanda quickly held the mongrel's mouth shut silencing her. If one of the soldiers herd the whimpering they may try to kill her. She didn't mind being prisoner as she may get some important information but if she was killed she would just be another death to grieve over for the gang.

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((bump! I have WB too. All my ideas went into the last post.))

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(That stinks.)

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(Nice drawing. Thought of an idea.)
Morte pulled her muzzle free and barked unhappily. Amanda jumped at the sudden bark and tried to shut her dog's mouth again but couldn't get it closed without being bitten.

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((Thanks ))

Delta's ears shot up and his lips pulled back in a snarl. Rick immediately froze, "What is it, boy?" he asked in a low voice. Delta growled and began to bark. Whining, he pulled on his leash and ran towards the gate with Rick. That when Rick saw the all-too familiar girl, "AMANDA!" he yelled, all his anger from getting stabbed coming back in an instant. Blitz heard Rick yell over the racket and ran towards the gate, skidding to a stop besides his lieutenant.

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Amanda yelled,"Yes that is my name!" She hoped it would annoy Rick even more and Morte kept barking. Amanda looked at her dog and finally got her mouth shut. If Rick reached for his gun or went after her she would run as fast as she could. She hoped she knew the desert better than they did as they had jeeps and she could be chased down easily in one.

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Rick did indeed whip his gun out, but he didn't point it at Amanda- he pointed it straight at the head of her barking dog. "Put your hands up. Palms against the fence. Or I shoot." his voice was cold and serious, which in a weird way kind of freaked Blitz out. But Rick didn't want to shoot the dog, really. He just knew that Amanda would run if he pointed the gun at her, so instead he pointed it at something she really cared about.