Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Club Nintendo Produkt Pin Generator

on Thursday will be simply unbearable show right on the Exhibition of Economic Achievements in DC

If someone does not make modern art - you go, here, you just can not stand.
I took her there unbearable to work with large and long
(and what are you thinking?) literary name. Title read on Thursday, look at the picture there, in DC at the Exhibition Center, at 17-00

here:

PRESS RELEASE



this project, we express our gratitude to the artists who have defended freedom of creativity in the realities of Soviet era.
35 years ago was new and important "other" art. At a time when art has been relative freedom - "other" exposure playground. Art goes beyond the usual boundaries of the walls of museums and galleries - overseas institutions. The art of breathing.
Exhibition space is a maze - a platform involving the audience in an active process of perception of art. Movement through the maze - an unpredictable path with obstacles, dead ends and open spaces - rooms.
We have created this space to bring art to the person, put them together, to form a single organism. Art - skeleton streams of spectators - a pulsating artery.
During the exhibition, artists are engaged in dialogue with the audience, get in touch with him. Art that says. He, like 35 years ago, have something to say to the viewer.


Under the "Intolerable creative freedom»
September 30 - October 21, 2010 (Jubilee Exhibition in DC ENEA - 35 years later)


exhibition project
«Labyrinth of Modernity»
September 30 - October 21, 2010


idea: the artist Seeds Peterson
Scheme Labyrinth: Konstantin Calendar

Curator:
Julie Smooth (gallery "Peterson»)

Artists:
ARTRAUM (Timothy Karaffa-Korbut, Maxim Smirennomudrensky, Alexander Lysov,
Yevgeny Kuznetsov and others), the gallery RU.LTVN (Vlad Chizhenkov, Sergei Sapozhnikov, Anton Litvin), Vincent, Tatyana Antoshina, Elena Bizhunova, Victor Hoppe, Maxim Ilyukhin, Stas Ishchenko, Konstantin Calendar, Maria Kalmykova, Oksana Kotova and Marina Kusaeva, Valentine Lerner, Konstantin Malakhov, Art Center The Brain, Michael Dairymen, Simon Peterson, Pakhomov, "PVC" (Victor Puzo, Alexei Sergeev, Boris Akimov, Disturbed, Porfiry Fedorin), Alexander Podosinov, Andrew Prigov,
Maxim Protsenko, Victor Ribas, Valery Sahat, Alexander Sokolov, Evgeny Stasenko, Alexander Noises, Gregory Yushchenko, Anna Kuznetsova, Elena Ashraf.






Under the "Intolerable creative freedom»
September 30 - October 21, 2010 (Jubilee Exhibition in DC ENEA - 35 years later)


Exhibition Project
«Labyrinth of Modernity»
September 30 - October 21, 2010


idea: the artist Seeds Peterson
circuit labyrinth: Konstantin Calendar

Curator:
Julie Smooth (gallery "Peterson»)

Artists:
ARTRAUM (Timothy Karaffa-Korbut, Maxim Smirennomudrensky, Alexander Lysov,
Eugenia Kuznetsova, etc.) Gallery RU.LTVN (Vlad Chizhenkov, Sergei Sapozhnikov, Anton Litvin), Vincent, Tatyana Antoshina, Elena Bizhunova, Victor Hoppe, Maxim Ilyukhin, Stas Ishchenko, Constantine the Calendar Maria Kalmykov, Oksana Kotova and Marina Kusaeva, Valentine Lerner, Konstantin Malakhov, Art Center The Brain, Michael Molochnikov, Simon Peterson, Pakhomov, "PVC" (Victor Puzo, Alexei Sergeev, Boris Akimov, Disturbed, Porfiry Fedorin), Alexander Podosinov, Andrew Prigov,
Maxim Protsenko, Victor Ribas, Valery Sahat, Alexander Sokolov, Evgeny Stasenko, Alexander Noises, Gregory Yushchenko, Anna Kuznetsova, Elena Ashraf.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Where Can I Find A Bmx For Under £100

"I'm the black butterfly ..."

I jumped and took the roof edge, then I pulled myself up and climbed to the roof. "What are you doing?" I heard her from the floor and looked down. My shadow stared at me with glowing red eyes. "That would be the first time that you have something against violence. Or are you now my bad conscience? ... You little pussy. "I growled and ran across the roof, the trace of the following morning. At the other end, I stopped and peered down. "This is sick, even for me ..." it came out of the darkness. "Shut up. I did not ask for your opinion, not for sympathy for any man. "I breathed in the Pali, which covered my face and leaned to the right hand to drop me then with a leverage down. However, I was talking with one hand on the edge and me about five meters above the ground, while I peered through the streets until then I still could collect my goal. I let go of the edge and came silently on the floor. I grabbed them both arms crossed, in my jacket and pulled out two black daggers, went slowly un forward silently, fixed my eyes on my goal. I had the daggers in my hands circle and went silently to two men leaning over the banister rail. "Good evening, gentlemen ..." I growls and stabbed them the dagger deep into the lower cervical vertebrae, only to pull them out again and put away. Then I grabbed the two in the neck and hung over the railing. felt in the moment I, like my shadow, to keep after a vain attempt to me, let go of the collar of my coat. I leaned forward, just so that the hanging to my right could still detect a slight movement of the neck profile of my face. More the two was not possible at this time ...

I looked down at the tracks and the train was already hearing from a distance. "Those certain words which her seat to my Lady in the course of today, for you have fatal day running, outspoken, you have finally have a. .. how do you say? ... Neck broken. Well, good. It was something I pierced ... "I breathed with my demonic-sounding voice in the cloth. "The fact that you have it, however, has yet touched me deeply hurt. And now ... I make something ... what will hurt you. "I looked into the faces of the two and saw the panic. A beautiful sight, considering what I had in mind. I pushed the two of them to the railing and looked at the case. Just before she reached the bottom, the train passed the bridge. When I saw this scene, decorated with a slightly malicious grin covered my lips. The blood spurted up as the train the still located in the case body and covered him and tore at the already arisen on the tracks body was mangled by the wheels and the weight of the train. "And that you now satisfied?" I breathed my shadow in his ear. I laughed softly and heard the brakes of the train, then I turned and walked through the darkness along the streets. "She's asleep. Typically, he's best arts to bring me into the house without changing it, shadowy figure. "I said softly and went home. My shadow could not resist a slight smile and answered, "You're so sick minded, my lie."

Sunday, September 26, 2010

What Do The Colours Represent For Shag Bands

something drop dead

"rebellious tendencies rock and Homo habilis перенаправляются Большим Фармо в область безопасную и нереволюционную — и в этом и была задача спидовой контрреформации: свести общество до состояния stasis and stagnation and depriving people of any positive direction. Impose a frank delirium. Turning, finally, a society in the kingdom of crooked mirrors. And now we see a simple result - dead, useless 2000's and, apparently, even more useless 2010-e. Show must go on ... "

www.chaskor.ru/article/kak_ubili_freddi_merkyuri_19533

type of lekartsvo clever

Moncler Stores In Manhattan

came documentation showing my photography at the Museum De L'Elissee

Dear Photographer,

Your image was shown during the Nuit des Musées in the Rolex Learning Center at EPFL. Enclosed you will find an installation view of your image that shows it in the wall.

Thank you for participating. We also sincerely hope you will visit the museum.

From the team at the Musee de l'Elysee


Thursday, September 23, 2010

Sword Of Damocles Invasion Mod

on my exposure to ART-MOSCOW-hall № 15



Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Faecal Incontinence Pants

my laser pictures at Art Moscow 2010



Central House of Artists on the Crimean Shaft
VIP - Hall (№ 15)

until September 26

Monday, September 20, 2010

Places That Allow Computer Financing

instead of advertising: Census from moslit61, because it concerns everyone!



Originally posted by [info] moclit61 at at the wrong time. In the wrong place.

Everything that is written below happened to me yesterday. I tried describe all as short as possible, events and experiences during this time was more than enough.

Leaving Stonehouse, I went in the direction of pipes for the Red Prospect. When he reached the office of MegaFon, a policeman stopped me and told me that I really went up, as described in the sought them dudes - white cap, not a clean-shaven, red sneakers (I have had shoes). Asked me to stay up to identify and politely asked to stand facing a wall. I initially was not even quite funny and amusing I even something joked. About two minutes later drove babon, out of whom the cops and a girl:
- Is this it? - Asked the girl cops.
- Yes, he said. Give, bitch my phone.

I instantly dressed handcuffed and taken to central police station - st. Michurin like home 27. And even then I was I could not relate to what is happening seriously and was convinced that in half an hour all to explain and let me go. Actually, I realized that this girl some dude, probably very similar to me, stolen phone. Later it was learned that the phone is LG. I was with a iPhone and Nokia E71 - were seized, as well as all the other things that I had with him. After that, everything is banal, interrogation, where he was, what he did and ololo. The cops around to call me scum, bastard, etc. My joy quickly beginning to end. Put me in solitary confinement, or as correctly called - the room with no light at half the size of five feet, one inch wide bench 20 and nailed to the wall (to lie on it, and so more sleep was impossible).
At the first interrogation opers I strongly ugrazhali: "You fucked up", "three to six years in prison," tell me for good "," Now go to where you are to fuck, you will become a rooster, "" we earring in your ass you cram. " I was still quite calm, because he was confident of his innocence. Put back into solitary confinement for two more hours.
second interview conducted only one opera, and with a different approach: "You confess, crime is not terrible, everything will be OK, "we need to go to a meeting" and so on. I stood in his way. Now they put me up in the morning.
morning I spent in the room (hands behind head, bend, go ahead, all as it should), in which sat some 7.6 opers. One was holding a baton, three were sitting at tables, smoking, others stood over me. If in short, the conversation was something like this:
- confessed fag. She fucking still on you showed.
- I have already said that confess I have nothing. I did not commit, a videotape, witnesses, etc. - At the end of almost each of my suggestions I did a powerful kick with legs in the chest / kidney / back.
- Yes, we fuck you are or you are not. You're here and you are totally fucked.
- I already knew.
To all my arguments about what as you sleep, if you beat up an innocent man, I sent the fuck and I was told that they actually cared. I am scum fag bastard they default.

Next I again put in solitary confinement. The time it took place is not clear, watches seized, or took 10 minutes and then 40. Suddenly opened the door to a woman boss department, accompanied me in some other room and returned all confiscated items, and said that I'm free. Saved me a videotape of the Stonehouse, which I had captured it during the robbing girls. She and a proof of my alibi. I even saw himself shot.

brought me to the police department in the area of midnight on Saturday, I went out to the third floor on Sunday, today, two hours ago! Sleep still can not, emotions. Do not worry, I physically hurt not by much. Ebashit people, leaving them traces, they can do.

front of me no apologies, no names, I do not know.


Upd 1:
Friends, thank you very much for your support and for offering assistance. I am in no If everything is so not going to leave.

As already can not meet everyone on the same comments, I will explain:
1. I did not go to the examination beating for two reasons. The first thing I wanted after 8 hours of sitting in the cooler, it's home to bed. Forces me no matter what was not. Second, the traces of beating me No, I have everything in order. I will not say that I am straight severely beaten, the more humiliated, threatened and insulted, but without the use of force could not have done. Behaved as I can quiet and tolerant, because if you would swing right, blows were much harder. Any comment on the call or the lawyer would have been equal to my next blow.

2. All I need to do next, where to write, call, and so I explained it in detail, thank you.

3. About my psychological state. Now I am much better, I slept and relaxed. During the interrogations, and other fucked up, I acted confident and tried to stay. In fact, I only have crippled when I went out and began to talk on the phone to a friend, what happened to me. Probably a state of shock to the police station, on the contrary, kept me in her arms.

4. About what would have happened if not for the video. I still would have been released, but later. Fingerprints were found on the victim's purse, which I, respectively, did not belong. If you believe the operas, it was still recording the scene, there is somewhere near a cash machine with camera tracking. Yet I have seen Stonehouse in a lot of people, I was out there know the protection, administration and so on.

5. In fact, I was struck most not even the victim or the mere fact that I was tied. And how to behave opera. I absolutely do not want to continue to retell what they were saying. I just have not seen this ever in my life. Even words or scum bastards here do not fit. This is not the people! I do not know how to describe it. It's not even the animals, it is something quite nasty. From the very first interrogation, they knew I'm not guilty. I was in my purse check out Rock City from the time of entry and exit and hand prints visit. They knew about it. They could call the elementary there.

6. About the victim. Statement on it, I too must write. It is up to the last I was sure that it was just me. I just want to look into her eyes.

Any help documents, search, disclose, was adopted. Thank you.


Upd 2:
1. Report police chief sent!
2. Letter sent to the prosecutor. Tomorrow meet with the deputy prosecutor of Turbines AY
3. Sent a letter to the Prosecutor General Yuri Chaika, the Russian Federation Yakovlevich.
4. Name девушки - Федорова О.А., 1987-ого года рождения.
http://twitter.com/artemtiunov

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Rotator Cuff Manipulation

my show in Colourblind gallery, Cologne

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Vans Shoes Work Application

my show on PHOTOSZENE 2010, KOLN






GERMANY, KOLN, Schaafenstr . 37-39, color blind gallery

light - Body - Space


Without light, all matter would not be visible and without matter would not experience any light for us.
matter is reflected by their light and visible light by which it is reflected in the way of alternate and matter in our eyes and thus experienced.

These two phenomena are freeloaders of our daily existence and can be experienced only in its duality, in its constant mutual dependence in this way.

In the photographs of Victor Ribas seems that conditioning but are not broken.

The illustrated body seem nothing external from reflective to light out for yourself.
The bodies are themselves matter and light at the same time. A strange light source is not localized. The in bright light in the luggage out of the drawbacks of want to be in contact with the outside like thrown into the open, can not be found. Where there is no light, as does the black holiday.

And yet sometimes the only visible light, the atmosphere quite changeable.
appears scratched in short strokes, then got angry in turns, takes off, suggests a hook, take cover, and takes the body eventually protruding out of nowhere in his bright cover caught.

are usually shown the body but of clearings in the dark. Apparently sojourning in a non-place, the gathering, is concentrating, self-contemplating, tense, ultimately repugnant in the room, becoming faster and faster rotation, the scattering and eventually resist losing in ecstasy to which they encircling darkness. They seem permeable and transparent - with no skin and shell is not its interior is separated from the exterior and radiates into this. In its sketchy description is reminiscent of the apparatus body studies and presentations Leonardo da Vinci.

A body surrounding architectural space with fixed boundaries can not be seen or also indicated only one-dimensionally in the form of a floor surface. In free space is the body floating in it or a foreign body is the only source and reference point.
And yet there is a significantly expanded space: a space, instead of calling up limits freedoms, excels in protecting its dimensions and a flexible provides.

can in the photographs of space analogous to the bodies, both as an external living space as well as internal mental Space are perceived.
As a space of inner experience, he played and I inhabited that looks thrown back on themselves to unite with the others to themselves and the surrounding space to expand.
New routes will be created and completed, non-uniform static loads are better balanced, the design language further differentiated, demolished dilapidated, restored to preserve and meaningful new sites are established.

space and Neuraum here alone and together, both at rest and learn a dance to be overcome and won. Spaces can be bypassed, ignored spatial depths of cultivated and non broom closet to be searched for treasure. The

worked out by means of long exposure light figures are surrounded by the blackness of space and penetrated. You tend, as a body space and body space opposite - the desire to merge with the exterior is highly visible.

(сорри, автор текста мне неизвестен, unfortunately)

anyone can translate, make comments and who have the photos from opening day - and I am here in Moscow do not know.

Source:

http://colourblindgallery.com/exhibition/?srchPat [0] = 2 & full = 1 #

http://www.photography-now.com/artists/K40495.html

http://www.photoszene.de/modx/index.php?id=54

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Milena Velba Milk Files

God bless us everyone ...

I slowly opened my eyes. Everything was still blurry ... What had happened? I tried to move my arms, but I just seemed to be really weak. I coughed and tried to turn my head around. "Argh ... Wa .. What happened here? "Brought out and I looked to the left. Something flickered there, but I could not quite see what. Suddenly I felt something burning on my cheek. I rammed my arms into the ground, and pressed upon me, the adrenaline rush of my body again Tours brought, let me know that the fire came to my left by our burning Apaches. I scrambled up to me and staggered towards the helicopter. "Distinction ... Shit, "I go shouting and kicked the metal, only to fall again soon after backward in the sand. My head throbbed and I realized what had happened ...

I coughed again, this time the dust from my lungs, I thought. My vision blurred slightly and I rolled my eyes furiously. "Shit," exclaimed I get angry and beat her fists into the sand. Suddenly appeared above me and someone bending over me. I blinked, trying to identify denjeigen. "Stand up, Widow Maker. Curse you later. "I heard about the soldiers over me. I screwed up his eyes and opened them again, only to "Black Shadow", our SpecOp to entertain me, I held out his hand. I grabbed it and he pulled me up. When I was first, I knocked me off the dust from my clothes and looked around. Before us lay the burning helicopter in the desert sand. I knelt down and looked through the completely warped, and smoking wreck. In the pilot cabin was no one. "Where is Deathbringer?" I grabbed a slight concern for the pilot and I crawled inside half-way in the wreck. Without him we would heal itself here with a helicopter can disappear only with difficulty. "Death ...?" I cried into it, hoping for an answer, but I held the smoke from further search of the wreck. I looked around more quickly and reached a slightly charred backpack away to secure from the wreck. Then I reached for the last two health packs that lying around on the floor and crawled out of the wreck. When I came out there was already Deathbringer. "Oh, ne." I said. He grinned. "Hello, hello. Gun? "I coughed again and stood up, threw the backpack in front of me in the sand and looked at him. Its purpose-built combat helmet had a crack in sight, the rest of his basic design that we all wore, was unharmed, but the Kevlar had some scratches. "Bullshit is where your" I said and reached for my holster, to pass my black Tactical Desert Eagle. He took it, drew back the slide and looked at the magazine. "All right, thank you. My weapon is gone, unfortunately. " he then replied. I turned to Black Shadow, and looked to him to navigate back of his armor. He just threw the Kevlar in the sand and zurrte adjusted his Baggie. Then he rolled up his sleeves, put on his special use of gloves, in his Pali tied around his face and his Cappie was wrong on about. "So Where is my fucking M416? "He asked, dragged on through the Kevlar and looked around. I moved my equipment to also affect my Baggie and shook the sand out of your hair first. The sun was burning on my skin. "Where are the others? They can not yet so far away be ... "I noticed my long hair and tied together to form a neck, then I pulled my shirt and my jacket back on. I rolled up my sleeves too high, but so that it still covered my elbows and I was still necessary, easily camouflaged. Then I clapped me on the hood and pulled the mask over my face, which looked like Black Shadows Pali, however, was integrated into my jacket. Then I closed my jacket and put on my Scharfschützenhadschuhe and found clenched my fist and growled, "If I catch this motherfucker who catch us with the RPG-7" you "You got him. The Scout. Through the head. "Interrupted Deathbringer and looked to see what was in the backpack, I had recovered, was included. I raised an eyebrow. "Oh. Good. "Black Shadow knelt before the wreck and began to dig in the sand. I went to him and looked at the place which he wanted to dig. "Only ammunition and 2 medikits?" I heard Death Bringer from behind. "Yup. And my M416, "said the SpecOp and pulled his gun out of the sand. It had suffered some scratches from the impact, but seemed to work fine otherwise. He shouldered his gun, leaned over to the wreck and gave me my Steyr Scout Tactical. I took the sniper rifle and looked at it. It also had minor scratches, bolt action and trigger, however, appeared to be working well. "And what now?" I asked, when someone grabbed me from behind the shoulder. I turned and looked Cold Life in the face. The physicians of our squads. He wore his Red Dot Sight G36E with on the shoulder and had two medikits and a holster and the accompanying HK MP7-A1 attached to his vest. Death Bringer came back to me and the Deagle put back into my thigh holster. Then he pulled the MP7 from the holster of the Medics. Better layout, what? "Cold Life said, laughing, and looked at the other two and myself. "All good supplied? Or who still needs a disinfectant and "he asked, letting his left hand to one, the two walk health packs. We all others shook their heads and Deathbringer handed him the remaining two kits. Cold Life also attached it to his vest. "We should leave now. Kerosene lights not only beautiful ... "said the pilot, shouldered his backpack and walked advance already, in the direction of the houses that lay before us in the desert sand.

We now had all retired to the city and into a house on a hill Relative position. "What are we doing now?" I asked impatiently, as I knew that we were already far beyond the opponent's line of time. "We should-" Suddenly there was a somewhat distant bang. "I've said yes ..." muttered Deathbringer, grinning under his visor. All turns back to the round and Black Shadow was on the ground. "We should get a helicopter and the other two are looking for." He said, his sentence ended, and already two other soldiers came in the door. It was the missing two of the squads, Alpha Decay, the Stumrsoldat, which has a full Kevlar suit to and had carried a M16A3 with him, and Demonic Wrath, support and specialist in heavy weapons soldier, who wore several metal plates on the body, an M249 light machine guns in his hands and back a RPG-7 was fixed. "And I thought you had the helicopter ago." Alpha Decay said with a grin and walked slowly towards us. "All right. We are complete again. How do we proceed? "Threw Black Shadow in the round. Once again we were interrupted by a noise. Demonic Wrath took a position on the wall and peered out the door. We went back into the shadows. I went, always under cover of walls, to read Demonic Wrath on the door and peered through my scope. "There are too many houses in the way ..." I whispered, kept the direction from which the sound came, however, seem to continue in the eye. "Guys, the sounds, such as tanks and not a few." Noticed our suppliers. I got up and ran to a house-to cross from the left of the door. Demonic Wrath wanted to engage in the neck, reacted too late. From this house I had a rough overview. I went into the room, which seemed to sometimes be a kitchen and peered out from windows. My eyes widened ...

I ran back to the door and watched the front door, which I had left the others over. Black Shadow was sitting behind the little door in the shade and gave me a sign that I should report back. I began to give hand signals. "Direction - north - Panzer - 30 - soldiers - 150 - Buggies - 40" The SpecOp stared at me, then he went back inside and I was back to the wall in the kitchen. I peeked back out through the window. "God. Ver. Condemned. "I watched the army that was sent rolling on us. Suddenly Cold Life stormed inside and slid in beside me in the opposite corner coverage. "Was that serious?" Whispered he applied to me. I nodded and pointed up to the windows. He got up quickly and risked a glance round, then fell down again. "Shit. We must "follgte An explosion and I lost consciousness for a short time ... The blackness ... I was able to before me in the dark To see what meant most to me ...

Again I opened my eyes, coughing and could not recognize the right, seemed to my ears also make a wide tinnitus. I scrambled up to me and sat shivering on the wall, I curled together and narrowed his eyes. When I opened them again, I saw my torn and bloody gloves. I looked around further, my eyes wavering. The wall had been torn to pieces, the tank seemed to have discovered. I yelled something, but could not understand himself what. I looked around further and discovered Cold Life, a few meters was thrown further into another room. I screamed off again and again something exploded, this time thankfully a little further away from me. I felt like pounding my back behind the machine gun of the tank into the wall. I could not stop crying. I curled myself together and felt cartridges, felt the explosion and the advancement of the tanks. Then appeared next to me on another destroyed house on the other wall. Death Bringer sat down beside me and patted me on the shoulder. I saw his mouth moving heard, but nothing of what he said I just stared at him and gasped. Then, the tinnitus was slowly and I heard his voice. "... OWMAKER!" He shook me and my head. Suddenly I realized that I had to pull myself together again solangsam. Black Shadow and Alpha Decay of Cold Life ran over and I turned onto my stomach and looked over the edge, which was just before me in the wall. "MEDIC DOWN! MEDIC DOWN! Tear YOU ON THE ASS! "Roared Black Shadow. I took my Scout from the back and put it on the stones, I pulled back the bolt, pushed it forward again and looked through the scope. I chose a soldier and pulled the trigger, watching as the ball on his helmet and his head smashed through and he fell to the ground. Then I watched the other oncoming soldiers. Many fell, thanks to the help of the M249 by Demonic Wrath lifeless in the desert sand. I turned my attention to the supporters, but this suddenly threw the gun to the ground, the RPG-7 on his back, stood up and shot one who answers a tank warhead. The manipulated warhead reached the first tanks of the chain, which tried to Rolen us, caused a mighty bang and "opened it in flames. I turned to our Medic. Black Shadow by now used the defibrillators, the Cold Life carried with him for just that to bring back to life again. I looked forward again, pulled the bolt back up, pushing him forward and down. I squeezed the trigger again and died again with another blast to the more remote attacker. On the front were enhanced still further by another three, hit by the bullets of the M16 by Alpha Decay. Demonic Wrath went with a rotary motion into a crouch behind a piece of the wall for cover, pulled the empty magazine of the M249 down and put a new after. "GO GO GO!" Shouted our SpecOp from behind.

The vibrations under me and the constant hammering of bullets in the walls around us made it difficult for me to keep the gun still, but caused my adrenaline levels that I put the repeating lever-operated with incredible speed. I pulled out the empty magazine and then put to a new one. Suddenly I felt a hand on my back, I turned around and saw our Medic. He took cover behind the wall next to me and started giving me hand signals. "Grenades?" I called out to him. He nodded and yelled "TARGET TOP!" I understood and put on again, tried my next goal after a grenade from the armor. Nothing to see here. I switched over to the next soldiers and another. "I SEE YOU NOT," I screamed and continued to search frantically. "BELT! Left side, third row, second soldier, "roared Death Bringer, who peered through binoculars at the crowd. I sought the soldier with the telescope. "Bingo ..." I whispered, I kept the air on and concentrated on my Goal. Everything around me was quiet and my goals seemed to be moving strangely slow. I wondered, had the eyes but not my goal. A loud bang came when I passed through the trigger and I saw the ball hit the grenade. An explosion was formed, quite slow, but was faster than I breathed again. Slowly, it was all loud and normal-fast. The explosion had ripped off many soldiers and destroyed a tank almost. 'Yes, YES! "Deathbringer cheered and slapped me on the shoulder. "Astrein! And now so slow out of here, "he said then to Black Shadow, who was sitting behind me now and again. Der SpecOp sah zu Demonic Wrath. "Moment, wo ist eigentlich unsere Unterstützungsausrüstung??" fragte er, um sich anschließend wieder umzudrehen und das Feuer auf die Gegner zu eröffnen. Demonic Wrath rutschte hinter Deathbringer in Deckung und kramte sich durch den Rucksack, den der Pilot trug. "Ich muss das Ortungsnavi finden!" rief er und griff tief in den Rucksack hinein. Ich schaute ihnen zu und rollte mich hinter die Wand in Deckung, um schließlich aufzustehen und mich im Raum umzusehen. Coldlife saß mir gegenüber an der Wand, sein G36E fest in der Hand schaute er auf das Feld über eine Kante out. Black Shadow, Demonic Wrath Alpha Decay and fired on the enemy on the wall. Death Bringer put down the backpack and went over to Cold Life and checked out its status. "Everything is okay," asked our pilot to the doctor, who nodded and coughed. "You Had me at least to ask for the definition." Cold Life replied with a grin. I shouldered my gun and pulled the ruling your out of the holster, then went into the room where Cold Life was previously thrown inside. It seemed to be still completely intact and it contained a staircase. I quickly climbed up the partly blocked up stairs and looked around in the attic. It was a fairly large, shadowy room, with a window to the field beyond where the enemy troops came from. I quickly went to the Fenter and took it to draw any attention by reflection on me. Then I introduced myself a little further into the room and looked through the scope down to the field. Suddenly I heard Black Shadows voice from below. "Widow Maker! Message, "he shouted up. I searched the box and looked even more from the left and right, away from the troops. Then, in about 700 meters to the left of the opponents I spied a box. One that contained the logo of our special response teams. I opened his eyes and turned me, and then to storm down the stairs. I walked by Black Shadow, in the room where there were my team members. "I HAVE FOUND THE EQUIPMENT," I yelled into the room. Everyone turned around to me. Black Shadow grabbed me on the shoulder and turned around to him. "Where?" I pointed in the direction of the box. "She is seen on the left side of the opponent, about seven hundred!" Deathbringer jumped up. "We have to necessarily go! In one of the boxes on the radio, with which we can request a helicopter was! " he cried, but fell right back in coverage, as a tank projectile slammed a room behind him into the wall. "Shit! We have to get out, "roared Alpha Decay and ran toward the door. I submitted, along with Death Bringer, Cold Life hands. He laughed and grabbed my hand. "Thanks, guys." Then he pulled himself up, we followed the exit Alpha Decay and went to the center of the city. "Damn, now what?" I asked in the round. The other, based Sun position that all directions were covered. "... We will bring us the equipment of course. " Black Shadow laid down and looked to the west of city output. "Go!" He cried, pointing in the direction. We all stood up and walked off. "We have to avoid them! Raktenwerfer grenades and keep ready, "he shouted at us to run. I looked over my shoulder and saw Demonic Wrath reloading the RPG-7. The others were in the hand grenades and pulled out the pins schonmal. I reached into my backpack and got out of there built a pack of C4. "Go, go, go," roared the team leader. I ran right into one of the houses and streets looked through the alley out to the field. Then I saw the Army, which zurückte still on the already half-destroyed house. I went back to me the apparent main street and looked around briefly, then I took the C4 and hurled it with all my strength to one, the rooftops to the left. Then I ran on, my team members behind.

When I reached the steppe on the left side of the field, I dug the detonator from one of my Kevlar bags. Death Bringer looked at the crate. "We're lucky, it lies behind some dunes ... And behind the field is almost an entire forest of palm trees and grass tufts, what is there later, I can not see, unfortunately. But we can easily crack the box and then disappear. "Planned and he handed the binoculars to Black Shadow. This nodded and took the binoculars to risk a quick glance, then handed it back and walked slowly, with an eye toward turning enemies, go. "Go, go, go!" He whispered to us, and ga the character to follow. We went slowly forward into position and slipped. The enemy had now set the fire and had vanished for the most part in the city. I grinned and held up the igniter, my rifle with the other hand and shoulder support. "Widow Maker, to which is connected to the" I heard Black Shadows voice. I pressed the switch and by a powerful explosion was heard inside the city. The SpecOp turned to the smoke cloud rising. "Shit, what was-... Oh. ... LOS, "he said then, and we ran towards the box. When we arrived I felt relief. On the lid of the box, it could be seen. "Tactical Anti-Terror Squad and Encounter."