Heaven And Hell

Parted Ways Once More

After a good 48 hour rest, as his body still wasn't used to the faster timelines of Earth compared to how slow time in Hell was, Kolgod stood and walked out of his barracks. He walked over to the M2 browning that he had previously abandoned in favor of rest, and set to work removing and replacing the barrel, along with changing the layout of his Bug Out box to accommodate the monster of a weapon.

After around 14 hours of watching Kolgod work and watching the surrounding area, John waved over a soldier to take his position on sentry duty, and walked over to Kolgod. "You alright?" He asked.

"Yeah, just tired." Kolgod replied, not looking up from his work.

"Well you were asleep for like 48 hours, so I just wanted to make sure."

"I was very tired."

They stood in awkward silence before John sighed and spoke. "You want to find them."

Kolgod hesitated slightly, before returning to work. "What gave you that impression?"

"You've cleaned out your Bug Out Box, all the clothes are washed, pressed, and folded, you made the box bigger, made more styrofoam cut outs, replaced all the rations, water, and medical supplies, sharpened all your blades to a near obsidian edge, handloaded almost 300 pounds worth of ammunition for both The Chainsaw and your Mosin, and now you're doing a deep clean of every component of both firearms, along with the AR-17 already being completely and meticulously deconstructed so I'm assuming that's next. Plus your sidearm is reflecting so much light one would think you hydro dipped it, therefore I can easily deduce you've already cleaned that."

Kolgod froze, and 3 minutes of awkward silence and tension resided between the 2. "How long have I been working?" Kolgod asked.

"14 hours, 28 minutes, and 15 seconds as of the end of this sentence.... Now."

"Hm. More efficient than last time."

Kolgod got back to work as John walked away and shook his head. He knew he wouldn't win this argument, so he resolved to sharpen his knife, clean his M249, and clean his M4. A dirty weapon is an unreliable weapon.

John emerged from his barracks, searching for Kolgod with his eyes, waving down Angel 1-2 when he couldn't see him.

John asked 1-2, "Where did Kolgod go?"

1-2 replied, "Oh he left a few hours ago, something about going to find 682?"

John's eyes widened and he grabbed the soldier, pulling him along towards the only functional BTR they had, starting the machine and putting the soldier in the gunner seat. He slammed the pedal down to the metal and burst through the gates, the soldiers operating said gate barely able to raise it in time to allow the BTR through without the gate taking damage.