[Center]Daniel 'Churchy' Anders[/Center] Pending the end of the mission, Daniel had been involved in a busy couple of days. After the landing, he was called in and received a short verbal ass-whooping by Col. Black for getting his mech scrapped, before being informed of a 'pending competency evaluation.' It hurt his pride somewhat to be called into question so much for a single mistake, but it was a hell of a mistake to make: so he didn't raise complaints. What annoyed him more was that the heretic was being promoted! Despite the fact he almost scrapped his own mech, were it not for the Holy-man's actions. Following that fun piece of information, Daniel was informed that his quarters were being relocated, and as such, he would be sharing a building with other military personnel of interest: Which was a list that seemed to include all of the people from his mission and, assumedly, the others from the same operation that led to Annie and Carolyn’s rescue. It took him most of a day to move in, and after the exercise was complete; he collapsed on his bed and slept from dawn till dusk. Following the day spent on moving in, he decided to make a visit to the local church. Daniel served as a priest-of-sorts there: but he did not own the facility. The facility itself was owned by a businessman, and run by an appointed fat man known as 'Reverend' Michael Montana. Michael was an obese, greasy looking Hispanic, who spent more time eating than spreading the word of the lord. Daniel put up with the man, but he had fantasized a number of times about the various ways Montana could be slain. His personal favourite involved forcing the stale bread he offered as the body of Christ down the gullet of the hypocritical bastard. Indeed, the Church seemingly a place as much about hypocrisy as it was about god. Daniel longed for the day he could run the church or, better yet: own it. He would turn this house of sham into a house of worship! Daniel entered the Church near the end of the service, which was being run by one of the more likable priests, a woman who went by the name of Jessica Dawn. He sat at the back of the meagre pews, letting the service commence undisturbed. At the end of the service, he made brief pleasantries with the woman, before asking if she would mind hearing his confessions. The request initially shocked the woman, but she agreed: and they went into a private room. "Jessica, I have sinned grievously, and I need your advice. During the last mission, I let hubris and pride cloud good judgement, and I nearly got myself and a person of importance killed. What more, I have felt nothing but hatred for another, following his own success. Petty envy and pride have clouded my judgement, and I have grown to hate the heathen beyond what is just." The woman opposite him listened passively, and nodded as he finished his words. She took a minute to contemplate, before speaking up. "Have you wronged the man?” Daniel paused, stunned by the blunt response, before shaking his head. “No, at least I don’t think so.” Jessica nodded, and then spoke again. “Have you spoken out against the man?” Again, Daniel shook his head in response, showing a simple ‘no’. “So lastly, have you shared your feelings of sinful pride and envy to anyone other than me and god?” Daniel paused, before shaking his head one last time. Even in the face of Black’s chastisement, he kept his resentment under wraps, for fear of sounding petty. “Then your confessed sins are heard, and in the eyes of god: forgiven. Go and meet this man, make amends with yourself and try and make peace with him.” Daniel sighed in disbelief, amazed at the woman’s ability to soothe and abolish the worries and offer forgiveness. “Truly you are a blessing. Thank you.” Daniel stood up and rose to exit the room. As he opened the door, Jessica cleared her throat. “One more thing, Daniel…” The taller man looked down at the still seated Jessica, confused by the call back. “…Try not calling him ‘heathen’ or some such: Use his name, for pity’s sake.” She smiled at Daniel, and he offered a friendly smile back. This wasn’t going to be easy… --- Later that day, at ‘Brucey’s Bitchin BBQ’ --- At the new apartment complex, Daniel moved through the hallway, in search of which room was Brucey’s. Eventually, he discovered the man was out, as were several others from the missions: attending a BBQ being run by the heatha…being run by Brucey. It was a place only a few minutes away, but perhaps Daniel could offer a better peace offering than words there. He went into the nearest market district and procured himself a package, wrapped up in Brown paper. After that, he merely had to follow the hub-bub of people talking about some ‘crazy guy throwing a BBQ’ and eventually, the sound of old music, and he was soon at the BBQ itself. The BBQ was a display of decedent enjoyment: Large wastes of electricity and fuel and food were on display, but that didn’t matter. The group had earned some R&R, and it seemed Brucey was being generous with the good food. Finally, Daniel managed to corner Brucey, with his little wallaby on a leash and surrounded by many men and women. He felt his mouth twitch slightly at the further display of sin, and he called out to the man of the hour. “Hey, Hea…Brucey.” Waiting for the Australian to look up, Daniel tossed the brown bag at the man. Inside was a bundle of whole trout, a rare commodity in these times. “A gift, To celebrate your promotion. I guessed you’d have all the meat covered, well enough.”