[center][b]Junko Heizen
Intermission- Group HG [/b][/center]
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Well that was that. 

A mission completed and they haven't reneged on their pay. So far so good on this continent. Junko would have assumed they would have tried to cheat her out of some money or something and stuff themselves full of burgers from what she heard from the boys back home. She heard Jenive, the jetpack girl she rode to the heli, had gotten herself a promotion. Hopefully she doesn't get big headed from that and die in the next mission.

She laid down on her bunk, counting out the money again. She was unsure of how much this would turn out to be worth once she got back to Europe, but it seemed to be a good sum. It had better be considering what she was up against, and the dangers involved in this fog business. The fog was unknown, and the unknown had always brought more danger than anything else one could face. For instance, the previous mission was the first time she had ever seen a monstrosity with several eyes that doesn't even flinch from high caliber rounds. Was that perhaps a thing here, or was it the first time such a thing appeared here as well? Their blood interested her greatly; something that hot could be useful if the doktors back home had a look at it. Perhaps they may even find a use for it. Who knows? For now, Junko knows the things has a very high body temperature since Jenive got burnt just by tackling it. Or was that the byproduct of the jetpack? Perhaps Junko should go on another mission and make sure.

Opening her bag, she took a small rectangular package wrapped in paper, unwrapping it to reveal a white bar with a texture similar to sand. It tasted like sand as well when she walked out of the room eating the rations bar. Junko had submitted the chainsaw for inspection a while back, and ordered some new things to stick on Vladimir, as well as a new toy she had her eyes on. There was no sign of the delivery yet however, so she wondered if her equipments have been approved already or the overseer overlooked it. Or forgot about it entirely. Sighing, Junko readjusted Vladimir's straps, and continued walking.

She passed by a window with just a cursory glance, before stepping back to the window to have a good long look at the madness outside. A grill, complete with neon signs. How... odd? Nevertheless there didn't seem to be any snipers to take advantage of the situation judging from the lack of death, blood and guns firing, so she assumed this was ok for this place.

She could smell the meat sizzling, and though she was dubious of the origins of the meat, it did seem a whole lot more inviting than this sandy piece of anus bar she was trying to eat. However.... crazy fire man was not someone she'd like to go near, not when she heard rumors of him from the people in HQ. Perhaps her time would be better spent in the rest area, cleaning Vladimir's parts.