Colin fumbled into his pocket for the SHIPBUDDI as he walked back into the store. He began punching Marco in  as a contact, as soon as he was done, he got the ping for Giggles, which he named Gucci as instructed. 

[color=598527]We're in a boat, then."[/color]

[color=f26522]" Oh aye mate. Yeah Hound is no jump-frigate lap dog, but he is mighty handy as a engineer's assistant 'bliev it or not. We sort of 'got' each other. We are both just forgotten leftovers, from a war neither of us wanted."[/color] Colin eyed the assortment of weaponry in the room as Giggles took his share of merchandise. Colin thought to himself, [i]I can't expect Hound to be our sole protection on this journey, in case something like this happens again, I'll need more then a glorified pipe wrench[/i]. He looked over the display case of guns, he saw some that both sides of the conflict used on Wiklow. Many more were beyond his knowledge or expertise. Giggles seemed to know a lot about guns, so he sheepishly asked for help.[color=f26522]" Say mate, if this armory really is up for grabs, what would you recommend for some one who, let's say, is more accustomed to hiding from gunfire , than administering it? If I'm gonna keep running into bloke's like the badger/humvee hybrid out there, I should at least have some kind of real weapon."[/color] Colin scanned the names, calibers and ammunition types of all the weapons as Hound leapt from the couch and sniffed about the room.

[color=f26522]"And as far as contacts go, yeah, I'm just looking for some work. I'm more than capable with a ships engines, my hopes right now are to just get out of here, see some more of that great wide wonder. You wouldn't happen to need a ship's engineer, would you? Or know if that fella Marco is changing careers?"[/color]