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Sure enough, Mehetabel was summoned for a mission, and would have to return to Trebin Village in order to prepare herself. She took one of the bar stools as a seat, ordered a pint of cool ale and, while she was waiting, proceeded to untie the hairbands that usually tied her hair in place, letting it down so she can put her helmet on. One of the guys that she was supposed to work with had an assortment of equipment laid out in front of him, and evidently had difficulties deciding what to bring. He asked for everyone's opinion.

[color=92278f]"If you don't know what to bring, then you're obviously trying to bring way too much shit,"[/color] Mehetabel answered in a matter-of-factly tone, [color=92278f]"Me? I just plan on bringing this big fuck-off machine gun here."[/color]

Of course, she was referring to the Typhoon Mk. II that she held off to one side. Mehetabel was unaware of the portability issues that a more experienced Gunner would expect to have, especially when attempting to maneuver through the trenches, but she was none too concerned about that. What bothered her was a certain something about the mission briefing. Her foot once again began repeatedly tapping, this time on the edge of the bar stool, until she eventually decided that now would be the time to spit it out.

[color=92278f]"I can't [i]believe[/i] those assholes up top expect us to keep any number of those dirty Imps alive!"[/color] Mehetabel exclaimed, [color=92278f]"Can't they just leave the interrogations to us if that's what they want so badly? It'd be so much easier if they'd just trust us to relay whatever info we got out of them. Not to mention the fun some of us here would have torturing the fucks..."[/color]

A part of her had to know that orders were orders and that one did not simply defy them out of thinking better. Still, that wouldn't stop Mehetabel from bitching about a select few. She shook her head in disgust.

[color=92278f]"This is why you only let the smart ones do what they want,"[/color] she muttered under her breath.