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[h1][color=f7941d]Port Algec[/color][/h1][h3][color=f26522]Personnel Facilities > Briefing [/color][/h3][/center]
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While the jeep he had signed out had boar blood covering the backseats, Roose took solace in two facts. The first was that the credentials he had used to sign out the vehicle was in fact one of the cooks details for after all they're the ones who agreed to enable his side trek throughout the Iberian countryside. Secondly, a good rinsing would probably get it all out or at the very least the smell. After all, a quick shower with soap and changing into his combat suit had gotten rid of the stench. Surely it'll be the case for the upholstery and, more importantly, his jacket. Dear lord, did he hope that the smell would be gone after a few cycles in one of the on-site washing machines. Unfortunately, before he could find out, the call to arms had been signalled. Roose will just have to wait and see after coming back from space if his beloved will still be in one piece.

As per his commanding officer's instructions, Roose walked to the briefing room like the rest of the crew instead of enjoying the luxury of driving. It was fun while it lasted but the upcoming mission was an adventure unto itself. The assembled military personnel were seemingly ecstatic as well, with those near the front catching Roose's attention as they hollered at Tyr. Seeing as they were already acquainted, he would once again sneak up behind Tyr and listen in on the conversation he was having with, what he can only assume to be, the commander's pals.