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SIA CSP (combat shotgun platform)
A versatile, semiautomatic and powerfull shotgun, perfect for close battles.
Holographic sights,7 rounds-mag, and a new recoil-reducing system developed by SIA engineering.
Credit to OptionReact and Elliot for the Workspaces, SPW Team for some details and all the bros who helped me. Hope you enjoy this one. Please ignore the grouping/uploading errors
256.2XX con el Vilar Formoso-Valencia a su paso por Pitis.
Pitis 28/10/2024.
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256.011 con el Vilar Formoso-Valencia a su paso por Montecarmelo.
Montecarmelo 07/10/2024.
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en mode web-publication, c'est l'intégrale des photo est là : Passionarias & anti-fascistes, défilé du 1er mai 2026, Paris, République - Nation
Powered by Fliphtml5© où après avoir quitté Issuu, progressivement,je re-upload l'intégrale JJBT, pour la postérité, et puis parce que ça priverait les fans.
This mom has benefited from the work of Compassion International through the Child Survival Program. She has been given proper nutrition through the program both for her child and her family. This has greatly improved the infant mortality rate in her community.
Our co 2020 didactic students recently completed a CSP exam at Clinical Learning Innovations in Lake Success.
Our co 2020 didactic students recently completed a CSP exam at Clinical Learning Innovations in Lake Success.
Our co 2020 didactic students recently completed a CSP exam at Clinical Learning Innovations in Lake Success.
CSP 27 side event by the delegations of Canada, Colombia, Finland, Ireland, Mexico, Sweden, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and United States of America.
The Conference is held at the World Forum, The Hague, the Netherlands. The 27th Session is scheduled from 28 November to 2 December 2022.
June 24th 2009 | The violent eviction by the labor union CGT's police. 419th and last day of the occupation of the Trade Union Centre.
Les occupants dehors.
Le commando SO de la CGT dedans.
La police partout.
From 2 May 2008 to 7 August 2010, during 828 days, claiming residence permits, the “Sans Papiers” isolated workers of the group CSP75 occupied successively two buildings in Paris: first a Trades Hall at rue Charlot, then a disused public building, at rue Baudelique.
After fourteen months spent at the Trade Hall, on 24 June 2009 they got violently evicted by the Trade Union CGT's internal police. They stayed during three weeks sleeping outside, along the Trades Hall before they led the new occupation at rue Baudelique, on 17 July 2009.
One year later, under pressure of authorities, the CSP75 accepted to voluntary put an end to this more than two years long occupation, after being promised each occupier's case be examined and every one get a chance to receive a residence permit. This is how the CSP75 got out of Baudelique on 7 August 2010, 828th and last day of the occupation.
Struggle goes on...
Pour obtenir leur régularisation, du 2 mai 2008 au 7 août 2010, pendant 828 jours, les Sans Papiers travailleurs isolés de la Coordination Sans Papiers 75 sont en occupation à Paris, d'abord à la Bourse du travail rue Charlot, puis dans des locaux désaffectés de la CPAM rue Baudelique.
Après quatorze mois d'occupation à la Bourse du travail, le 24 juin 2009 les Sans Papiers de la CSP75 en sont violemment expulsés par le SO de la CGT, à coups de matraques et de gaz lacrymogène. Ils s'installent sur le trottoir du boulevard du Temple, le long de la Bourse, dans des conditions très difficiles avant de lancer, le 17 juillet 2009, la nouvelle occupation de la rue Baudelique.
Un an plus tard, sous la pression des autorités, la CSP75 accepte de mettre volontairement fin à cette occupation longue de plus de deux ans contre la promesse que chaque occupant voie son dossier examiné et aie une chance d'être régularisé. C’est ainsi que la CS75 quitte Baudelique le 7 août 2010, 828e et dernier jour de l’occupation.
La lutte continue...
CSP Track & Field at the Minnesota cold classic on February 21st! Photos by Rene Elias, Concordia Athletics.
(Those of you who like action packed, guts n' gore, violence and stuff, you probably won't want to read this story segment. Its most just softy stuff. But important for background, so if you are following the Sol story, you'll want to read it)
EDIT: I just realized Conrad was the wrong name for this character, at least I think so. That being said, I have no clue what McGregor's real name was. I'm looking it up right now, if it turns out he just so happens to not have a name... well then I'll have to make up one.
EDIT2: found it, it was Samuel, who'd have guessed? I'll try to keep it from getting confusing with the other Sam.
Samuel McGregor jolted forward from his sleep.
Panic struck as he frantically felt for his gun at his side and could not find it, he reached out and felt it on the table at his bedside.
In seconds he up, out of bed, and had his pistol ready for action, mentally cursing himself for not keeping it on him. What was wrong him? he thought. He almost always slept with it holstered on his leg so he would be ready.
But then he realized this was not the right pistol...
...this was a CSP 5.
Those weren't made until... after the war.
It was then he realized he was in his home.
The crisp air reassured him that he was far far away from the oppressive heat of a military bunkhouse.
He could feel his bare feet on the cold floor, and held onto that as an anchor of reality.
A cool late summer night breeze blew in through the open window, flowing through the silk drapes with a soothing rippling sound.
He stood still for a moment, letting his arms relax, though still holding the pistol securely in both hands. Adrenaline pulsed through his veins.
The war was over, he had to keep telling himself that.
He heard the sheets rustle.
"Sam?"
He turned to meet Sophie's concerned look.
"Are you alright?"
He wiped the cold sweat from his brow.
"Yeah... I'm fine."
He sat back down on the edge of the bed. Sophie took his hand, "You're having dreams again?"
"hmph, nightmares more like."
He put his other hand out to Sophie's pregnant tummy.
"I wish I could promise a peaceful world for my son. But though the war is over, we're still human. There will be wars. Though the thought pains me, I will teach him how to protect himself, his family, and the weak from those who seek power."
"He'll be alright. Whatever wars come, there will never be another war like before."
"Not as long as I have breath in my body to prevent, no."
"You don't believe that the Eternity Cycle is dead?"
"I can hope. But though they may be dead, the circumstances that birthed the EC will always exist. Humanity hasn't changed."
"Go back to sleep Mr Gloomy, or go do your brooding on the couch."
He laughed softly.
"I think I'd rather stay."
She hit him with a pillow.
"Then behave, and no more thinking for tonight."
He laid back down and put his arm around her.
She snuggled close and was asleep in moments.
Samuel stared at the ceiling.
No, he wanted to believe there would never be another war like that, but he knew people, and knew history, too well.
He would prepare a way for his son, and he would teach his son.
And above all else, he would be sure the Shadow Watch would remain, hidden and secret, but always watching. Like it always had since the early colonial days of his homeworld.
Shadow Watch was always there protecting its people from obscurity. Unnamed heroes.
He gently ran his fingers through Sophie's hair once, kissed her head and finally drifted off to sweet dreamless sleep.
But this time, the pistol was by his side.
He would be ready.