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

[color=red]"...fine...Means more boom for me later anyway."[/color] Short-Fuse started to say to those disapproving of his master-plan to blow their way through their problem, primarly Emil. However the frown dug onto his face underneath the combat helmet, blew away as soon as it came, though the hazmat-suit did obscure the half-mad Texan. They were going back on the move again, which mean other places to blow up and monsters to explore! Or was it the other way around?

The lobby was a mess to behold as the group entered it, skeletons littering the place and making it look like a pig-pen. Just the way Short-Fuse liked it. There was even an information kiosk that still partially lit up by a terminal, which the big-ass Paladin Khaliya took interest in. Short-Fuse on the other hand made his way towards the kiosk in hopes of something closer to his heart. [color=red]"Any of ya'll find a magazine with dynamite at it, throw it my way! Will ya?"[/color] He shouted to everyone, though they would only hear his Texan voice over the radio, perhaps a little too loud. 

Short-Fuse searched the kiosk for what it was worth, only partially listening to the plan the rest of the team was putting together. What he did hear was "...bank just down the street...", "...fortified..." and "...run there...". The Texan looked up from his rigerous search of kiosk litterature and primarly burned scraps of paper, his gaze turning instinctivly from Khaliya and to the stairs going up. [color=red]"Did someone say a bank? Sounds just like the types of banks they blew up back home far back! Let's go!"[/color] Short-Fuse said just before he reached to the stairs in a quick frenzy, turning around one last time to look at the group before making a run for it upstairs. [color=red]"Last one there is a road-killed coyote!"[/color]