UNIT: 998
DIVISION: APEX
CLEARANCE: 04 Enter Password: ************
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New Log Opened: <::|| *The screen flickers to life as a piercing hiss is heard, the screen reveals a Unit releasing his mask, his face is White with the occasional freckle, he has dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, a scar going down his left cheek, an un-shaved face. He opens his mouth and begins to speak, a
-thick- Irish accent is heard as he speaks, he sounds still human and cheery.*
I haven't done one of these logs in quite a while so, I guess it is that time again.. Well.. My experiences are pretty great so far in the CCA; but they are also extremely tough and challenging.. Time and time again I find myself hating these people, but I still can connect with them.. And have a good chat whilst on guard duty. I have been scrounging for parts to put together a guitar, *He mutters "If I can remember how to." before speaking normally again* a guitar is the greatest thing invented.. Ever. Hopefully I will get authorization to do so. *The Unit takes out his SCIP 9mm and a cloth, he begins to take apart the SCIP and clean it.* Anyways, I have been getting good with this 9mm, my shot grouping has been getting tighter and more coupled. *The Unit now has the 9mm completely disassembled, his hands move with speed as he wipes it down with the rag.* I did my time with the SMG1, it is a
-terrible- weapon.. The accuracy on the SMG1 is terrible, the rounds hit everything
-but- the target you are aiming at.. *The Unit removes a small tube filled with oil, he begins to lube a few parts of the disassembled 9mm.* If I had to choose between the 9mm and the SMG1; I would choose the 9mm in
-any- situation. *The Unit inspects the 9mm for a few moments before beginning to throw it back together, he speaks in a low tone* This goes here.. This here.. Mhmm.. Mmhmmmm.. This here... Screw this in here, and... Done. *He turns back to the camera, speaking in a slow tone.* I have things that must be done, Unit 998 signing off.
*The Unit picks up his mask, an ear piercing hiss is heard as he places it back onto his face in a hurried manner, he slams the 9mm into his holster and checks a few pockets, counting his mags and supplies before standing up and his arm reaches up to the screen.. It fades to black.* ||::>
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