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Message: <blockquote data-quote="mYth" data-source="post: 174517" data-attributes="member: 8107"><p>It started in Dust2. I got autoed to CT, as usual. I rushed for long A, and there was Slick, holding me up runnin with his gun out. I was bitching at him, when Dirty popped out from around the corner Deagle blazing. I got popped in the chest, but he took two there out of kindness, and one to the head for good measure. "Goddamn it", I said as I rounded the corner, already pissed off for taking damage so early in the round. With Slick and Ema behind me, we camped the double doors at long A. All we saw was random panic fire through the doors, the T's thinking we brought a small army with us. After 20 seconds, the shooting stopped, and I thought "They're going short A. They have to be." So I led the way through the doors, and sure enough, the Old fucker was there campin T spawn as usual. Slick followed right behind me and straffed his ass, a flurry of bullets headed in for the kill. As Old was bitching and moaning over his camping skills, Dilla was finishing his sweep of middle to lower B tunnel, unaware that we were heading his way. As we started heading into short A, Ema spotted his head peeking out of the archway, and without any hesitation, opened up on Dilla as he retreated into the tunnels. None the less, that unfortunate soul was not fast enough and down he went with a lucky headshot through the wall. "Three down, eight to go," I mumbled as we made our way through short A, hoping we would meet up with the rest of the T's there.....</p></blockquote><p></p>

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