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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Outside the ship[hr][/center]
[color=9C6F6F]"If,"[/color] Lionel said, speaking in between grunts as he pushed the cart with Camilla. They weren't so much grunts of pain as simply exertion noises. The contents of the cart were rather heavy. [color=9C6F6F]"I knew anything specific about the consumption of somethin' like a horse I assure you disseminatin' that knowledge to you would have been one of my first actions upon takin' up this particular fucking mission. Besides, it's a bunch of slabs of meat. Throw it on a stove top, add some salt 'n' pepper, cook it til it's brown. If we had available to us more vegetables we could cut the meat up, throw it into a pot with them and some liquid and make a stew."[/color]

[center][h1][color=17A589]Carla Lobo[/color][/h1][/center]
[hr][center][color=17A589][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Lounge[/center][hr]
[color=17A589]"Understood,"[/color] Carla replied to Quinn. She stood there and listened and watched the reactions of the other men. Jahosafat's demeanor was off-putting. She was not averse to having her blood taken, but the way the man acted did in no way bring any sort of comfort about the direction the ship's mission was going. A man this excited about taking blood wasn't to be trusted for an instant. But her employer was still Gregory Quinn and the job was just providing security for this eccentric man's 'experiments,' so she wouldn't be entirely subject to the scientist's whims.