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[sub][color=silver]December 30th, Rear Trench[/color][/sub][/centre][hr]
Damn, when he said that these people are well-prepared to end other's lives in the most miserable ways possible, he wasn't understating it by any bit. If there is one thing he could say about this group of individuals, or...literally almost everyone he knew at this point. To be fair, he was pretty serious about these topics too not very long ago. War is serious business, but it drained you out. Getting a laugh out of a serious situation like this is important to keep yourself together. 

[color=bf00ff][b]"You're gonna ruin the shovel, Ms. Vicky."[/b][/color] Michael raised his eyebrows as his side-glance met Victoria's grin. [color=bf00ff][b]"But then again,"[/b][/color] He shrugged. [color=bf00ff][b]"you don't [i]pickaxe[/i] choose your missions. I certainly don't want having to [i]dig[/i] my own grave by being merciful, am I right?"[/b][/color] 

This time, he didn't even need to waggle his brows to elicit a reaction from all the guys and gals at the table. He was pretty certain it annoyed a lot of them, but that's fine. If he could get a laugh out of someone, that was for a good cause. If not, he'd be laughing from the humorless vexation. 

Apparently, the Sergeant's (also pretty serious) warning towards the lot at the table had struck a huge nerve on the Darcsen girl at the table. She simply just stormed off with some pretty heavy-handed words thrown around about how people would never be able to understand her. Ooh boy. One of those types again? At least Lucia was pretty tame and benign, given what rumors he heard about what Middleton did to her. Well, if anything, Michael knew what he needed to do later, provided both of them survived the next mission. 

[color=bf00ff][b]"Well, it's hard to ignore now that she put it that way. I'll check up on her later if I can. Have a...you know...friendly conversation." [/b][/color]

And by that, he meant it. Even if he couldn't, something he fully expect he wouldn't be able to, get to her to open up, he'd just be someone to hang out with. Surely, even a psychotic killing machine or even an asshat like Middleton would have a life outside of being a psychotic killing machine or an asshat. Like a hobby? A song they like? Their favorite drink even? There has got to be something in there for Michael to befriend them over. Well, he'd find out, maybe or maybe not. Although he did fear that she'd just throw him out for being too intrusive. It could totally happen given the impressions, but it's not something he could control for now. 

Right now, in place of the Darcsen were two guests at the table. A redheaded shocktrooper and quite a scruffy individual. The other quite a tad bit taller than the other, but both are just as quiet as the other. But to any observant eyes, he seemed shocked by the Sergeant at the table; something about him that Michael wasn't sure. Nevertheless, it didn't stop the midget sapper to approach the two with the briskly confidence that didn't really match his looks. 

[color=bf00ff][b]"Welcome! You must be part of the raid, no? How are you doing today?"[/b][/color] He walked towards them, sandwiched between two tall fellows, and kindly stood aside and let them have the seats. Noticing earlier the Gallian's response seeing the Sergeant, Michael glanced up at him, [color=bf00ff][b]"You alright, mister?"[/b][/color] 

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