Walker saw the building that housed the makeshift radio broadcasts ran by Robert Darden. The carnage he wrought actually brought a smile on his face as he looked on.
The ghostly form of the radio man showed himself. He was back on his radio station with the equipment running. He looked back be hind and asked "Hey, Marty. What's the 8 scariest words in the English language again?"
Martin looked at him and replied "Jackass, that's 9 words." The ghostly form looked confused. "'We're delta force and we're here to save you.' is nine words idiot."
The spectre was offended by this. "Don't call me out right on my show, man!"
"What show? I destroyed all your tower equipment and the speakers that came with it. You're not gonna broadcast anything again."
"You know why I'm not, Walker? Because that little beaner boy shot me and you didn't do anything to stop it."
Martin grew annoyed. "That's real mature. You're really playing the racism card?"
"Technically, you are, Martin. See we both know I'm just a conjured up piece of your imagination. Because over there is the real me." Darden gestured toward his corpse.
"You're really spiraling out of control. Lugo and Adams are lucky to be dead. Better than being a part of your atrocities."
This pissed off Walker. "Hey FUCK YOU!" Walker shot the ghost, and then the corpse.
"Gotta get the fuck outta here."
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Desert Walker
AdventureThis fanfic takes place after the events of "Spec Ops: The Line" and assumes players had Capt. Walker killed the rescue team at the end of the game. He wanders Dubai with no clear direction or intention. The effects of the events which occurred are...
