[h3]OSDT [i]Jannah[/i] - Martian Sphere[/h3]
"I sure hope not, because I don't want to work next to a dead guy's blood."

With the help of some hooks, the cockpit had been successfully removed from the body of the Bradley and was now lying flat on the ground, cockpit casing roughly ripped open to expose its innards to the tech crew. Most of them were in possession of varying expressions of disgust, but those were soon hidden by a set of masks as they began to drag over several high-pressure hoses. Stronin stood just to the side of his team, having rolled over some large canisters of bleach. Although he had been quite resigned at first to his work, he was taking it surprisingly seriously now that it'd started.

"It's uh ..." he continued, glancing over at James. "... Harrison, yeah? One of the reserve pilots?"

His words ended on hesitantly, as if he were unsure of the older man's identity. However, his hesitance quickly ended the moment the other technicians began to point their hose nozzles towards the cockpit. It was instead replaced by a sudden flash of worry, and he quickly began to take a few steps back.

"You might want to get out of the way. The water's going to splash everywhere."