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--Washington DC--
The sun rises and already there is action at the army base. The 62nd Reich Busters were waking up in their barracks. General Hammond was scheduled to arrive in 2 hours and they all needed to be ready when he arrived.

Wik was up first, as was usual. He walks around to the others, pulling the sheets from under each of their beds in turn and sending he ocupants sprawling on the cold, hard ground.

((that's the squad name, you don't have to use it if you don't want but that's the name. And yes I'm a Stargate fan too))

((Woot my name got pulled for the squad!))

Sergeant Hender (Joseph or Joe to his buddies) was already up and about, making sure he was "Squared away" before going out to help the rest of the squad.

Renard otherwise known as "The Duke..."

So far it was a pretty typical day. The waking up face down on the cold ground, the scores of cursing that spilled from his lips and others as they resented Wik at that moment.

What the hell did he get himself into volunteering for this, He thought. Pushing himself up from the ground and brushing himself off."This means War!"He declared with a smile, downing his helmet and charging Wik, tackling him into a cot with it's still sleeping occupent.

"You Filthy Peice of [censored]!"He howled, continuing to wrestle Wik into holds and CQC manuvers."Say it!" He said, provoking Wik to give it up."[censored] Say it!" He laughed, poking him with a Hitler Youth knife he had come to aquire.

Wik was ready for Renard this morning. He wrapped his legs around Renard's hips and swiveled his own hips, throwing himself on top of Renard. Wik then put one hand on Renard's throat and pushed down, hard enough that Renard would pass out if he didn't give up but not hard enough to kill him.
"You say it this morning Renard." He said mockingly.

Renard sucked in as much as air as he could muster, rolling to his left and striking Wik's hand from his neck."Never!!!" He sneered, grabbing Wik's arm and pulling out from under him and pulling it around to his backside, pinning Wik with pressure from his shoulder and bicep.

"U.S.A! U.S.A! U.S.A!" He chanted loudly as he pushed down as hard as he could on Wik's body, trying to immobalize his every move.

Wik threw his head back, hitting Renard in the shoulder and loosening the grip enough that he could spin around and grab Renard in a sleeper hold.

((this is fun and a great way to start the RP))

Renard reared back knowing how this was going to end, His face becoming slighly pale as he manuvered around as much he could. Finally reaching a angle where he threw his elbow into the ribs of his captain.

"Not gonna happen!" He barked back, Jumping off the nearby cot and onto the back of his C.O."Knawing his ear as he tightened his hold around his neck with his arms and pelvis with his legs, pulling him down to the ground with Renard on his back, keeping him entrenched and fastened with in his grasp.

((Lol this is going to be too much fun. Also Duke has a tendency to act like one big puppy at times >.>'))

((noticed that, but it's time for this puppy to get put down, literally))

Wik knew what to do here. He was running out of breath and could only get out of this one of two ways, and he decided for the more fun way. "Time to put you down Renard." he said. Wik then stood up and threw all of his weight backwards, smashing Renard through a nearby cot and making him release the grip. Wik the grabbed his combat knife in its cover from his belt and put it against Renard's throat. "I win now. Give up. My knife could've been out of the cover and you'd be dead. Give up now?"

Joseph stood on the edge of the barracks, smiling. He didn't think it prudent to act like this when it could be better spent preparing for the general's arrival in case he decided to pull an inspection, but he shrugged the feeling off. This was, after all, their way of relaxing. And it's hard to operate under the brass' scopes when you're nervous.

((I don't think so. CQB is one of Dukes Strong suits XP. I think he can handle himself in any situation.))

Renard looked suprised at first, a look that quickly melted into confidence as he stood slowly, the knife following him up."You forget the first rule of CQB."Quickly grabbing his hand and tucking it under his arm, thus thrusting all his body into Wik's causing him to fly back only to keep hold of Wik's hand and pull him back as he snatched the knife.

Using his open palm he thrusted his strike into Wik's chest, sending him into a small row of empty cots.

"Act first and ask questions letter." Scratching the back of his head with a laugh.

"That or simply:" He said, taking off his helmet."Don't hesitate." Winking to Wik as he wondered if he wanted to continue this little game.

"Should've read why they recommended me to this." Hinting on his knowledge of sharpshooting and CQC.

Wik looked at Renard, standing slowly. "You also forgot one thing." he says, charging at Renard and spear tackling him, the knife flying across the other side of the barracks. "Squad motto: Never give up!" Wik then brings his knee down hard into Renard's solar-plexes (ouch, that seriously hurts) and pulls his pistol out, flicking the safety on, although Renard wouldn't know this as Wik usually has the safety on all the time.

Renard grimaced in pain as he readjusted himself only to look up and find himself looking to the buisness end of a Colt."[censored]." He cursed. Waiting to see is he'd actually pull the trigger.

"Hmm..."He smirked, feeling Wik's knee dig deeper.

"You lose." He smiled again, pulling Wiks arm down and biting his forarm, making him drop the pistol."You too forget! Win by any means nesacarry(sp?)"He laughed, growling his knawed and bit at his arm.

"Say it!" Pulling out his own Combat knife and digging into his side without stabbing him."This is over!" Finally releasing Wik's forarm with a harty laugh.

"Not yet it ain't!" Wik yelled as he elbowed Renard in the head as hard as he could, nearly knocking him out. "Now it's over." Wik says, then stood, grabbed his pistol and walked to retrieve his knife.

((It was fun while it lasted HellhounD))

((I hate you.))

Renard laid sprawled out, slowly standing to his feet as he threw a condom at Wik, it hitting him in the back of the head.

"Last lick...I win!" Stumbling back to his cot and laying back down laughing.

((HA I OFFICALLY WIN, LAST LICK ALWAYS WINS!!!...NO LICK BACKS))

"That's sick, man. Who'd ever want a share of YOUR licks anyway?" Joseph spoke up, and then burst into a fit of laughter.