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2. Operation Bear's HeadMission transcript for operation Bears Head
Mission Operators: Crimson Dragons
Unit Leader: Commander William Ford
(Note: Dates and times for Special Operations have been deemed classified. Please contact Adviser Maldini for declassification)
C1: Alright then, Viktor Vasiliev has just landed at the airfield. All units check in.
D1: This is Richardson, everything is showing green.
D2: McAbre here, ready for killing.
D3: This is Sloan, standing by for orders Sir.
D4: This is Spacer, D4 ready for deployment.
D5: Yelts standing by. For the Emperor I fight.
D6: Pochard standing by. Its for the wine that I fight. Why do you think Prince Schneizel sent it to us, anyway?
D2: Probably because he knows we are gonna die out here.
D1: OR he is congratulating us on a job well done so far.
D6: Either way, remind me to thank him the next time I see him.
D3: Next time?
1. Neck PainsSpecial Knightmare Division Crimson Dragons Journal of Sir Eric Sloan
Entry No. 1
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I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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