Kal grunted. "Bah. Buncha fuckin' pussies..."

Military demerit or the threat of discharge held little importance to the super soldier. While she hadn't quite pieced together what she'd do without the Audacia and her crew, she'd already been given the boot once. She was sure she'd be able to figure something out. Maybe. Probably...

... okay, she honestly had no idea where she'd go if she lost this job.

She sighed heavily. Reaching into her pocket, Kal angrily ripped into another candy bar, chewing loudly before swallowing. "So what's the job then? What are we humping and what are we dumping?"