Metting the LT. At The Range

[ridgway]

Hey, we have already had a thread that went by that exact name, so if you wouldn't mind changing it. Thanks.
~Dan
Thanks for telling me Dan I changed it!
~Austin

Ridgeway had been needing some target practice for quite some time. He hadn't shot his M1 for what felt like months. He hadn't thought about bringing a target, he figured they would have something for him to shoot at already out there. He mumbled to himself "hopefully they have some Krauts chained up for us to shoot." He passed lots of other mean leaving from the range, he passed a guy with a PIAT, and a Captain in a Jeep of whom he saluted.

In the muddy ditch of the road he was walking on he noticed an old tall skinny cardboard box. He grabbed the cardboard and walked over to the nearest dead fire, sitting next to a camp. Ridgeway reached into the fire, jerking his hand back because it was still warm. He reached off to the side and grabbed a chunk of charcoal. Using the warm black charcoal he drew a picture of Hitler onto the cardboard. He threw the charcoal back into the fire then he couldn't help but laugh at the picture he drew. When he finally got to the range he was the only one there. This was very odd for the range normally there were loads of people here, well lucky for him now he could get down range without being shot at to set up his target. A took his target and hang it from the branch of a tree. Then jogged back the 150 Meters to the firing line.

Winters pulled out his newly bought M1 Garand. He reached down to his ammi belt and grabbed one stripper clip. Then he loaded his M1 , aligned the sites on the head of his target, then pulled teh trigger. The jolt of the 30-06 round pushed his shoulder back a few inches, within seconds he had the sights realigned and was firing again and again, until PING! he had shot all 8 rounds and the clip came flying out of the gun. He grabbed another clip and jammed it into the gun. Than began firing again and again.

All this time Ridegway was wondering where Etan was he was supposed to be meeting here to shoot but there had been no sign of Ethan yet.

[Nicholas Ealing]

Ethan strolled down the well-trodden dirt pathway, his arms folded formally behind his back. He was to meet a young American Sergeant at the shoddy training range and he didn't relish the idea. For one thing, it was freezing and it looked like rain would be rearing its ugly head within the next couple of minutes. The barracks the Lieteunant was currently staying at was in Anglesey, North Wales. It had seemed such a good idea to build a military barracks in a county that the enemy would never waste their bombs on on paper but there was no denying the lack of funds. And good weather.

He rounded a sharp corner to see a well-built figure taking a couple of pot shots at some kind of hanging target. Ethan recognised that his uniform was American and was presumably the man he seeked. Ethan joined the American's side and grinned upon seeing the makeshift target his companion was aiming at. A clumsy caricature of the Führer, pencil moustache and all.

"Nice likeness," grinned the Lieteunant, before turning to face the American. "Lieteunant Ethan Day, welcome to Britain. Matthew Ridgeway, I presume?"

[ridgway]

Ridgeway had been firing for quite some time when finally the Lt. Came by. He turned to the side and said "Yes sir that would be me" and Saluted the young Officer. You must be Lt. Ethan Day? Said Ridgeway. He then asked the Lt. "So how long you been in the Military?" Ridgeway by then had gotten into an in depth conversation with the LT., that he had completely forgotten about what he was doing. He had the M1 in his hands loaded and ready to fire. He turned down range and took of a couple more shots, "care to help me kill this card board Führer,LT?

[Nicholas Ealing]

"I'm an old military man, Sergeant," smiled Ethan. "I saw battle at Passchendale. Barely got out of the Great War alive. And then this one turned up..."

"Care to help me kill this card board Führer, Lieteunant? suggested Ridgeway jokingly. Ethan nodded with a grin.

"I would be delighted, Sergeant," he smiled. He'd left his Vickars Machine Gun back at the main barracks but he had a good old service revolver lent to him by Lieteunant Green at his side and withdrew it flashily in a split-second.

"Looks like he could do with a shave," grinned the Lieteunant, expertly sending a round through the air, piercing the hastily drawn moustache on the cardboard's "upper lip".

"What about you, Sergeant?" he asked, turning back to Ridgeway. "Not very often you see a yank willingly fighting the krauts. Or have you fellows over the pond finally decided joining us to take down Jerry?"

[ridgway]

"Well, I joined at the beginning of WWII hoping to see combat, I am over here to kill me every Kraut I can get my Grubby little hands on!" Ridgeway said with a grin.

Ridgeway then turned over to the LT. to take a look at his weapon just as he was firing it. "Nice piece you got there Ethan!" "Mind if I try a few shots through it?, here try mine" Ridgeway handed over his M1 to Nathan.

[Nicholas Ealing]

"Enjoy," grinned the Lietuenant, tossing the revolver to the Sergeant and inspecting his rifle with interest. It was hardly the most expensive or advanced piece of weaponry available to the men, but it had a distinct air of history about it. Ethan liked old weapons, weapons that had proven themselves time and time again in battle. He still had his very first rifle tucked away somewhere.

Ethan aimed Ridgeway's rifle at the make-shift target, the bullet missing the target of Hitler's "crotch" by milimetres. He sighed and patted the rifle.

"Good gun you've got here, Sergeant," he smiled. "Look after it. One day, it might just save your life,"

[ridgway]

Ridgeway carefully caught the revolver being sure not to drop it. "Thanks Sir" he said He then opened the cylinder being sure it was loaded. Then pulled back the hammer, and let one round off. Nailing the Cardboard Fuhrer in the forehead. Very accurate piece you got here Sir shoots great" Ridgeway said with enthusiasm. Then fired off a few more rounds down range. Then asked "So how do you like that M1, how does she shoot?"

[jackdaniels]

That day Jack decided to go for a stroll around the baracks.He arrived at the shooting range just in time to see LT.Day send a very accurate shot at a cardboard box with a picture of Hitler on it and swipe off half his moustash. He went to go and see him but he saw he was with someone and decided to leave them be .He strolled around the back of the shooting range and to his horror saw a man on the floor with blood spirting out of his stomach. He ran up tp the man and saw it was one of LT. Day's men.He ran around the side and shouted to LT.Day

"Ethan I need your help one of your men has been shot!"

Then he ran back to the man to tend to him.

[Nicholas Ealing]

OOC: Sorry if it's a bit short. Writer's block. I'll make me next post extra long.

"Ethan!" called out a desperate voice. "I need your help! One of your men has been shot!"

Ethan span around with anger to see the medic Daniels staring back at him.

"What the hell are you talking about, man?" he yelled.

It was some kind of sick joke. A sick joke. But Daniels looked so sure. There was no lie in his eyes.

Daniels sprinted off and Ethan had no choice other than to follow him.

"Sergeant!" he bellowed back to Bridgeway. "Don't just stand here! Come on!"

[ridgway]

Bridgeway thought for sure it was a trick, a joke honestly he thought who could have been shot here.

Following the officer's orders he turned aroudn and sprinted with the other members towards the "Shot Soldier"

Ethan, who do you think it is who has been shot?,

How the hell could something like this happen, for god's sake we aren't within 200 miles of enemy territory?

Ridgeway said scarcely.

[jackdaniels]

Jack was by the man when he saw LT.Day sprinting towards him.

"LOOK!"

Jack shouted

And close behind him was the man he was shooting with.

"Is it one of your privets Ethan"

Jack said when he arrived.Then the other man arrived red in the face.

"Well is he , I've checked his pulse he's dead it looks like hes ben strangled and then shot in his stumach"'

He thought a moment then looked at Ethen for support.

[ridgway]

"Who would do such a thing?" Ridgeway asked.

"It was probably for money or the loss at a card game, honestly why are people so aggressive. Now what are we going to tell his parents, we can't send them the traditional letter "your son died serving our Country" because no that ain't the truth he died because some Moron! didn't like what he did!!"

"If only I could get my hands on the guy who did this"

"I would shoot that guy instantly if I met him what a careless jerk I mean he could have just knocked him out or beat the living crap out of him but no he killed him!!!" Ridgeway was talking so fast he was pissed about what he had seen.

OOC: Didnt know what else to say so I just went on a rampage

[Nicholas Ealing]

Ethan kneeled down and surveyed the limp body.

"You're supposed to be a doctor, Jack," breathed the Lieteunant slowly. "I'm sure you could give a slightly more in-depth account,"

Ethan felt the dead private's hand and too checked for a pulse despite the patent obviousness of the victim's state. The Lieteunant withdrew his hand sharply. The body was cold. Freezing.

"My diagnosis," he said, looking up at the two men before him. "This man was shot. In the hip, not the stomach, Jack, the blood just...spread. But...the wound wasn't fatal,"

Ethan turned away from the body and scrabbled about in the mud for a few seconds. At last, he found what he was looking for. He picked up a blunt bullet from the ground triumphantly.

"The bullet just...bounced off the hip," he continued. "A painful injury nevertheless but not fatal. The marks around the neck...you were right on that one, Jack. He's been strangled. It stands to reason that this was the cause of death. Why shoot someone after you'd strangled them? The marks are strong, too. The killer obviously wanted the victim dead,"

Ethan rolled the corpse over to its back and let our a yell of surprise. He knew this man. Connor Ferdinand, Private. He felt his entire body grow cold. Connor Ferdinand. His cousin. Ferdinand had been a gay lover of Ethan himsekf and the cousins' relationship had been strained. This didn't make the pain hurt any less though.

"I would shoot that guy instantly if I met him!" said Ridgeway at his side, almost shaking with anger. "What a careless jerk! I mean he could have just knocked him out or beat the living crap out of him but no... he killed him!"

Ridgeway seemed like a passionate man. His anger was furious and powerful while Ethan wa seething inside. He felt like a knife of ice had embedded itself into his soul. He actually wanted to cry.

"This ends now," he whispered, shaking with fury. "We will find the killer and I swear to God, I will assemble a firing squad there and then!"

He turned back towards Daniels.

"Jack!" he shouted. "What did you see? Tell me exactly what you saw! Was he dead when you found him? Was there anyone around? TELL ME!"

[ridgway]

OOC: Sorry had to say this but who ever killed that man I think is screwed he should probably like leave now because me and Ethan are on a Rampage LOL!
I'll wait for Jack to post

[jackdaniels]

"Jack!" Ethan shouted. "What did you see? Tell me exactly what you saw! Was he dead when you found him? Was there anyone around? TELL ME!"

Jack was shocked that the LT. would shout at him but he thought it was because his cousin died.

"Well sir I saw you and the American shooting at Hitler so I decided not to desturb you so I went around and I saw the man lying on the floor and rushed over he was cold so he was killed at least 8 hours ago."

Jack looked to the floor and staird into the dirt then he niticed that there were footprints on the floor.He said loudly

"Look LT.Day there's footprints heading off in the direction of the sleeping quaters"