[center][h1]R-18[/h1][/center]

Nothing like taking missions while hungover. There really wasn't anything more sobering that a hot landing, gunfire, and explosions. Well, she also had a little more to drink before the mission. That also helped clear the hangover.

It was quite obvious what Tallow would be doing. If a mission needed someone to do a little smashing, she'd be there. If a mission required someone to do [i]a lot[/i] of smashing? There was almost no doubt she would be double fisting Thunderhammers with enough explosives to make a new landmark.

There were some familiar voices on comms for sure. If you lived long enough to take a few jobs, you could usually hear the same voices every so often. It was a world smaller than it was large. One was loud and shrill. Two were the military type. The burnouts and venerable who couldn't find peace after the war. The last was dead new, a fact easy to detect by her stutter and her mastery over her dashboard. 

When she heard that the newbie would ride-along to break comms, Tallow let out a sigh of relief. People listening intently to the broadcast could hear a little murmur of someone saying [i]that's lucky[/i] when the newbie said she'd follow Banshee.

Though it was a little saddening that so few people wanted to be on team hammer. Everyone wanted to be team spear, so it would seem.

[b]"What, are the lot of you afraid of doing some real property damage?"[/b] Tallow's response might have been sultry and teasing if she weren't so brusque. [b]"I'm with the loud one to work their defences."[/b]

She didn't really announce herself or her AUG. Unless your comms system was from the stone-age, one's callsign was already attached to one's speech.