[color=a7a7a7]"Children, and what about me?"[/color]

Tibulus was stone-cold with his delivery, mentioning it over the local comms while he fumbled around with an electronics kit he had lying around. He'd half expect this crew to not kill any children, but you had to do what you had to do, he supposed. He just hoped he didn't have to see any of that happening. There was also the matter of what Tibulus would be doing in the meantime. He was eager for action, but then again, he'd be a dead giveaway to any of the crew if he showed his face around that bar with any of his fellow colleagues beside him. At least he got the liquor, though. He'd definitely be saving the rest for a special occasion. 

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