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Brucey was found in a large area behind a vast brick BBQ with heavy grill plates and stuffing coal beneath it's steel. Hauling over prepared meats in a hand-cart he began spraying a concoction under the grill that made passer-bys noses wrinkle heavily before Brucey theatrically struck a match off of the behind of a passing woman who expressed interested in what he was doing for to long and tossed it at the grille from a safe distance. 

FWOOOMP! 

The flames roared into the sky for all of a handful of seconds before dying out and Brucey approached more closely pulling out the largest set of tongs anyone had ever seen not on an industrial loader and began to heap meat onto the grille plates. A sign lit up as Brucey kicked the power point switch flashing neon. "Brucey's Bitchin' BBQ" it seemed that Brucey had an improvised off-duty job as well. Once the meat began to sizzle and the Australian nodded to himself in appreciation as the stereo hooked up to the same power point began blaring out AC/DC loudly he prepared the larger firepit and it's spit hauling a large boar spiked on a six foor spear of steel and put it over the supports tossing a few bits of currency at a young boy and instructing him in the proper rotation speed for a proper spit-roasted boar and if he screwed it up tomorrow night they might have roast little boy instead.

The boy nodded enthusiastically and only a tiny bit fearfully, he was sure the Australian was joking.... wasn't he?

Soon a crowd began to gather including a few of his team-mates and it was a quickly successful roaring party as Brucey cracked open a tinny and downed the golden nectar of the gods as he chatted up a pair of ladies who were eyeing his meat with clear and present interest, It turned out to be doubly successful when Brucey seemed receptive to requests for medium rare, unlike some Australians who only tolerated BBQ orders of [i]"Light-Char, Medium-Char and 'nuke the fucker'"[/i].

It was in veritable high swing and Brucey was in a mighty cheerful mood and Jacko stuck close to the Aussie on the little chain and leash he was used to, his appearance getting curious looks from men and "Daaawwws" of cute from the ladies. All in all Brucey was pleased and his tribute to the fire gods was high. Especially given his promotion after the mission and the chance to upgrade the Ignis Dei. The old girl deserved it.