John has been standing with his arms crossed, his expression scowling, silently examining the [i]very[/i] chemically treated map as he listened to his compatriots deliberate on their course of action. They casted their vote and it seemed as if they were sure about their decision as the only persons left to vote were him and Liam.

The way John sees it, each option came with its own set of pros and cons with the first job involving being exposed for a long period of time, a [i][b]BIG[/b][/i] con with the beasts and raiders that marauded through the wastes, however, the clients have a negotiable price but John - being realistic - knew that they probably didn’t have much to offer. 

The second option was a little less dangerous and all they really have to worry about are running over Ghouls, getting shot at by incendiary rounds, and/or the occasional misfire from his associates; Vadri also brings up good points but only the quicker muties and motorized raiders would even bother a prolonged chase, and the sharpshooters on the team could take out almost anything tailing the tanker, the truck is John’s main concern, especially when the truck could stop for some undeterminable reason mid-trip, and if that happens everyone’s screwed.

The last option, the people’s favorite, it has a lot to offer as Konstantin had said, it had [i]“Cleaner air”[/i] and [i]“Less radiation”[/i], plus the fact that we could [i]“Borrow”[/i] the supplies if the job doesn’t turn out right, but the fact of the matter is that it’s just as dangerous as the first two options if not more dangerous due to a number of factors.

John eyed one of these [i]factors[/i] who stood in the room and ran the number of ways that the tunnel job could go wrong, he then raised his head up to look at each of his teammates. He opened his mouth and the words slipped out, [color=#2f5084]“Can you protect Liam from a Stalker or drag him away from two, maybe three packs of Mute-rats if he freezes up in the tunnels?”[/color] his voice broke the pause, [color=#2f5084]“Can most of you fight without a firearm of any sort?”[/color] he continued, [color=#2f5084]”There’s a reason they hire us for tunnel duty, these people live and die in ‘em, and that’s 'cause there are things in the tunnels that can rip us to shreds.[/color]

Liam gritted his teeth at Teach's words. [color=a36209]"I should have never told you about my..."[/color] His voiced trailed off as he took another swig of the whiskey. Liam felt angry, not at anyone (except maybe newt.) , but at himself. When he was alone, Liam could handpick his missions and go for them, without letting too many people down. But now his problems became the team's problems. He felt as though he was holding them back in some way. He felt....useless. He knew that he wasn't and that most of the team knew that but he still couldn't shake that feeling. [color=a36209]"Welp, despite my crippling fear of small places, I think that option two is the better option. Usually I would avoid high risk missions if I was on my own. But I'm not. With proper tactics we can do it. But that's just me."[/color] he said as he wiped his face and downed the rest of the whiskey.

Newt's stupid grin never shifted, and she leaned sideways, a little more towards Liam's position. [color=olive]"I can hold your hand if you like, cherub."[/color] Her quiet voice was laced with wickedness. Newt well and truly relished in Liam's frustration; out of all of her comrades, Liam's temperament was one of her absolute favourites. It had gotten to the point where she'd almost miss having the miserable git around. She held the stapler she had found in her sleepy cupboard in her hand, and clicked it in his general direction. A single staple dropped weakly, a few feet away. [i]No harm intended[/i].

[color=a36209]"Tempting offer, truly short stuff, but I'll decline for now."[/color] Liam growled as he gripped his sabre tightly as he began pacing. [color=a36209]"Its too early to get pissed off at the twerp Liam, just calm down."[/color] He thought as he began searching for another bottle of whiskey.

[color=olive]"Well, at least I'm not fat."[/color] Newt murmured childishly as spun on her heels and walked away towards her bedset. Her immaturity was mind-boggling, as was her tendency to call people fat when she couldn't think of anything else to say. [color=olive]"I'm sticking with the third, boss. I'll be getting ready."[/color]

[color=a36209]"Nice shortcake....real smooth comeback."[/color] Liam quipped. 

[color=#2f5084]"Cut it! Both of you!"[/color] he grunted addressing both Liam and Newt, the glare in his aging eyes was enough to turn anything in its gaze to stone, [color=#2f5084]"I'm too damn old, to yell at you like children."[/color] he continued, his voice was strained from old age, he wasn't that old, but he knew these people were already old enough to know when to stop bickering like eight year olds. [color=#2f5084]"Now I asked a serious question, [i][b]IF[/b][/i] we go through with the tunnels Liam, can you handle it?"[/color]

Newt almost rocketed out of her skin at John's input, her eyes widening for a moment. She looked away glumly, and shrugged a little. [color=olive]"...I can go ahead, try and find a route we can all get through. Make sure it's safe."[/color] She spoke with a little more reason now, swallowing the temptation to pipe up again as she fumbled with her grappling hook, anchoring the device around her right forearm.

Liam thought for a moment. [color=a36209]"I should be able to. This thing is really down to chance. Sometimes I can do it, other times I panic just by thinking about it."[/color] He said as he continued thinking. [color=a36209]"Actually I should be fine, if we go for it, I can handle it. But I still agree with Vad, on this, the tanker is the better option."[/color] He grumbled as his heart began pounding, [i]Sorry me, we are going through with this, we'll take it for the team[/i] he thought as he found a unopened bottle of whiskey. [color=a36209]"Aha, unopened. Anyone care to share?"[/color] he said shaking the bottle around.

John weighed in Liam's unassuring answer, but a yes is a yes, John waved off Liam's offer to drink, [color=#2f5084]"I don't drink remember?"[/color] he then glanced back at Newt and felt a little bad. He never got mad at her, not unless it was something that could get her or someone else killed,these were one of those moments. He sat down next to her and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, [color=#2f5084]"Thanks for making the effort kid"[/color] John just smirked for just a second, then he stood up and went back to being stone cold and distant.

He looked Loki straight in the eye and said [color=#2f5084]"We're goin' with option three."[/color]

[color=a36209]"Oh boy kids we're going on quite an adventure today huh?"[/color] Liam retorted as he began drinking.