[center][h1][color=red]Brian "Short-Fuse" Muller[/color][/h1][/center]

Brian Short-Fuse Muller wasn't put on edge by the whole situation that was unfolding itself around them. Especially not the prosect of going underground in the old-world metro, dark and ominous as it was. On the contrary Short-Fused found the dark corners, low ceiling and crowded space familiar, even going as far as comfortable. That was what he had grown up in, narrow tunnels and deep mines down South. The radiation, altough dangerous all right - even a nut would acknowledge that - didn't unsettle him. They had the suits and Rad-X for that.

What made him light up like a Christmas tree, possibly a nuclear Christmas tree that had just gone off, was the mention of a "monster". Now normally that in itself would make Brian set off to the front like he did, but something in the way this "monster" was described gave him the feeling that there was a higher need for weapons more potent than rifles and pistols to take it out. And who else in their little merry rag-tag group of misfits was better equiped to deal with power armoured monster than the self-proclaimed demolitions expert Short-Fuse himself?

While some of their group went over to their unnarmed companion Devon, Short-Fuse walked casually up to their unofficial leader Khaliya and the others grouped up around her. It was clear that he wasn't too concerned about whatever horror that lurked inside that metro carrige. In-fact Short-Fuse still smiled like he always did, resting his 12 gauge shotgun under his arm and fiddling with a few sticks of dynamite. [color=red]"Maybe ya'll should have told the gook to mind his own business?"[/color] Short-Fused said jokingly to Emil in his thick Texas-accent, before turning to Bailey as she commented that the passage was perhaps too narrow. [color=red]"That could always be set straight, ma'am, with a few of these babies. Might scare of the critter in there too?"[/color]