by indefinite. » Tue Oct 25, 2011 2:12 pm
{Sure thing boss ;] }
Hayden sat in a foldable chair, a plastic bag of baby wipes in her lap. She pulled out a clean one, and began to wipe the dust off the barrel of her gun. She was waiting for the comand of the General to head in pursuit of the enemy: The Vietkan. Archery sat at her feet, his silvery black fur shining off the sun's rays. He was a handsom german shepherd, and one of the best behaved. She was proud of him, of herself for joining the army. She had always wanted to help her country.