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Fic: Not so Thrilling
Title : Not so Thrilling
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bigtitch
Rating : Gen
Characters : Kermit
Disclaimer : No names, no pack-drill
Spoilers : None
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primeval100 challenge
Kermit knew that a tactical retreat was and always had been part of a military strategist’s toolbox. When his gun had jammed and an unhappy deinonychus had caught his eye, his reaction was to evaluate the situation and then run like hell.
‘Backup!’ he yelled into his comm unit, trusting that his mates would not let him down.
It was getting to be a finely honed manoeuvre. Well practised by necessity. It was also, as Kermit sprinted through a rapidly evacuated shopping centre, getting old. He was sure that the deinonychus was thoroughly enjoying itself looking for lunch. He wasn’t.
Author :
bigtitchRating : Gen
Characters : Kermit
Disclaimer : No names, no pack-drill
Spoilers : None
Summary : Written for the
primeval100 challenge Kermit knew that a tactical retreat was and always had been part of a military strategist’s toolbox. When his gun had jammed and an unhappy deinonychus had caught his eye, his reaction was to evaluate the situation and then run like hell.
‘Backup!’ he yelled into his comm unit, trusting that his mates would not let him down.
It was getting to be a finely honed manoeuvre. Well practised by necessity. It was also, as Kermit sprinted through a rapidly evacuated shopping centre, getting old. He was sure that the deinonychus was thoroughly enjoying itself looking for lunch. He wasn’t.