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Shrugging his shoulders at the officer, Duane throws his gear on the floor. "Inspect away! Though if you are gonna change out some of our equipment I wouldn't mind gaining a hold of one of those Juicer rifles. I'm not a big fan of being away from big cities for long periods of time, so this job better pay well! Unlike the lifers there I ain't part of your military and military recognition doesn't pay my bills." At the mention of 'lifers' he gestures to the dog boys and psi stalker.
A motorcycle pulls up to the rendezvous point. The rider, wearing a plain black suit with shades on, looks around at the tent and the SAMAS. Shutting off his bike he grabs his gear and walks inside the big tent, ignoring the soldier outside. Taking off his glasses once inside he casually begins cleaning them while addressing the others gathered around. "That drizzle sure can be a nuisance wouldn't you say? So did you all volunteer for this job too or were you assigned here?" |
