The second part of the Just Your Average Guardians. This time the story revolves around the Nazi General, Joaquin Braun Hitler and his previous actions that led him to successfully capturing the team after the battle and the hellbent urge for world...
4:10 p.m - South America, Brazil - The Amazon Rainforest - 2 km away from the helicopter
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"Alburo, how goes your mission?"
"*static Pretty fine to say the least, my gut was right all along, he is really searching for a team. Just like us. It's only a matter of time before you become "one with nature" and I'm not saying that as a weird environmentalist."
"Don't worry. It'll take more than a giant snake or an uncontacted tribe to kill me. But I'll call for reinforcements."
"I doubt there's a signal there. Not even a single bar."
"I'll try anyways. (Sees a screaming Dorothy) Oops, she got bit again, bullet ant this time. See ya."
"AAAHHH! Kugelameisen ?! JA WIRKLICH?! WAS KOMMT ALS NÄCHSTES? Eine verdammte Spinne ?! (Bullet ants?! REALLY?! WHAT'S NEXT? A FUCKING SPIDER?!)"
"Mehr wie eine Tarantel. Einige Arten sind hier üblich. (More like a tarantula. Some species are common here.)"
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"Äh, ich mache mir keine Sorgen um diese Freaks. Ich habe eine Rosarote Tarantel am Haus. (Eh, I'm not worried about those freaks. I have a Rose-haired tarantula at the house.)" Dorothy replied while injecting herself with painkillers. She stood up and checked the PDA, however what Alburo said to him came true. She smacked it, trying to get a better visual but it died down.
"Mist. Das ist jetzt kaputt und wir sind weit von der Landseite entfernt. Also sag mir bitte, dass du irgendwelche Überlebensfähigkeiten kennst? Mindestens ein. (Crap. This is now busted and we are far ahead from the land site. So please tell me you know any survival skills? At least one.)"
"Nee. Ich weiß aber nur, wie man Speere macht. (Nope. I only know how to make spears though.)" I mentally fist-pumped in the air "Danke Bear Grylls (Thanks Bear Grylls)."
"Good. (Gut.)" She checked her pockets to find a her loaded pistol and a few magazines, then looked at me with a worried look, although I know the reason.
