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Post news RSS --RECON ONE, PART ONE--

“Come in.” A voice said through the scout’s radio. Sitting camouflaged in forest attire, he ignored it. As it is, he was worried his radio might give away his position as he carefully lined up his sights. His target was a nearby nod Recon bike, as he carefully examined the translucent visor on the craft. Waiting, he timed his shot as the buggy sped by on patrol, the loud noise making him think he might not need to bother with silence.

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since moddb "doesn't allow words greater than 80 characters in length" even though there aren't any in this story, you can read it here:
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Agentaaa has been writing this for a few weeks now, and has just begun work on the second part of the story, attempting to detail how badass the Scouts of the Forgotten faction are.

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