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It was true the crew didn't care for the apology of the every-spook, they were too engrossed with their own antics and agendas. The bay quickly devoided itself of people who cared, though Elna stuck around like a dog to it's owner. Cleaning her weapon and making sure her gear was fine, Roy was exhausted not from the combat but the team. It was going to be a long mission if it was going to keep up like this, though he thought someone should take Aviza down a notch or so.

[color=92278f][i]"Yea, well there's not much we can do. It seems the covenant are received better here than The Office. It's not our faults but merely our issue to deal with now, I'm sure they'll come around - maybe. Though, I have no intentions to solicit anything from the freak-jaws, the hunter or the suicide bombing fuck. I'd expect the same from you, we'll finish this mission and hopefully keep the whining from 'her' to a minimum."[/i][/color] Roy's mind went back to the dossiers - oh wait he didn't have any, apparently, he had no clearance to know anything about the mission or personnel.

God is a comedian.

Sometime later with his makeshift quarters (read: bed) established, he went to bed after setting up his gear for the next day. During their downtime, Roy began analyzing reports, intelligence and other information he would have access to regarding the mission (if any at all) in regards to the Brutes and URF. While examining their enemy and their abilities, the mammoth stopped as the team readied themselves. He sighed in annoyance, well there were two fuck off cruisers or something nearby. They could be annihilated without too much remorse. He was geared and ready, ignoring orders like usual he paired up with Corporal Cohen and got ready to run into the bullshit that awaited them.

[color=92278f][i]"That you are correct, dear Corporal.[/i][/color]

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