Place for Rebels to go, Has lots of weapons and such stored

Rory burst open the safehouse,an old barn house. He took off his jacket and began to light a fire. He was aware of a draft also.

"Close the door" he ordered the rest.

James slumped against a wall.

When the fire spluttered to life he took a seat in an old worn,stray covered armchair. He stared into the fire,an orange glow on his face.

"You know the British will send troops soon James" he said grimly still looking at the fire.

"When they do. Our true colours will show. If we can stand and fight against the stongest Empire in the world"

He nodded.

(I updated my play..

((Grand so))

Rory didn't see the nod because he was looking at the fire!

James stared at his hands.

Rory kept looking at the fire.

"You should rest."

Rory shook his head. "No you and the lads get some rest. I'll stay on guard for the night"

He was now looking at his revolver,turning it over in his hands in contemplation.

He knew war with Britain could mean certain death for all of them. He was not scared for himself but for the young Irishmen and women. Those men and women so willing to die for what he felt was a lost cause. Altough he would never admit it to anyone but himself.

He nodded and drifted off to sleep.

Rory nodded then nodded again then he kept doing it until his head plopped off.

James tossed a blanket over him and took watch.

((xD))

Most of the rebels were resting or playing cards while a few kept watch also. Most of them were quiet.

(littlemanlove there.)

James lit a crigerete. He kept seeing the RIC men drop.

((No I meant the fact that Rorys head fell off of his body. I was only joking though :D))

A rebel soldier walked over beside James. "You alright boss?"

(I totally missed that

"Yeah, just gonna play football with Roy's head" Jk

"Yeah, get some rest."

"Sir" he said hesitently. "Can I be goalie?" JK

He nodded. "Right you are sir" he turned and left.

He pulled out a picture of April and tried think about her, but his mind still saw the RIC men. He slumped aginst the wall into a nigtmire.

Suddenly screaming and gunfire started sounding in the distance.Distant booming sounds could be heard.

"What the hell is that?" asked one rebel.

Not our problem yet.'

"It will be" remarked Rory.

James peered out for a moment.

Some civilians were fleeing across the farmlands,away from some danger comming from the direction of the nearby town.

"What d'you think Sarge? Go or stay?"

Rory pursed his lips. "Ask one of those running away what's going on"

He cupped his hands. 'What's going on?"

A weary middle-aged man walked over and took off his hat.His face streaked with soot and dirt. "Their burnin' the town down" he said dejectedly. "Our home..."

A rebel soldier rushed out of the barn to James and the man. "Are you serious!?" he exclaimed. "Who? The R.I.C?"

The man shook his head grimly. "They had thick english accents. I don't think they are army though.At least...they don't look it..."

James shook his head and wadded toward town, gun at the town.

"Where ya' goin' sir?" asked the rebel as other civilians streamed past them. The flaming town could be seen lighted against the black,soot-filled night-sky.

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