Ved
	He was starting to lose his normal sense of calm and began to raise his automated voice, starting from a casual to tone to yelling.
[color=ed1c24]"Right, Right, because maintaining our only reliable form of transportation is so much less valuable than collecting a handful of half-empty and expired first-aid kits. Here, maybe I should Kiss the ground were you walk as well, perhaps that will satisfy you? I mean c'mon, my only form of pleasure comes from serving your drug-addled cracker ass!"[/color]
	He roared after him, then pulling his rifle from it's holster on his back, he turned on his heel and walked in the opposite of the camp.
[color=ed1c24]"If anybody needs me, I'll be on patrol."[/color]
	He growled lowly, waiting until he was out of earshot to begin a long stream of profanities. Before he became a merc, he had been in the Navy seals, and like all other sailors he had a mouth on him.