Marvin couldn't help but snicker when Frankie yawned as she introduced herself. Looks like the girl didn't have as much sleep as was needed. That could potentially be dangerous if she were a fighter. Sleepiness would make her sluggish and that means her reaction time won't be as fast. Someone could shoot her brains out before she can even get to her gun. But thankfully, she was a medic. All she needed to do was duck and cover then take care of the wounded once the fight was over. Though, he wasn't sure how effective a sleepy medic can actually be but hopefully she'll be fine. Between every single person in this group, he was pretty damn sure that they won't let anything touch a medic, of all people.
"If it's only for a few minutes, kid, I think you'll be-" Marvin was cut off when the caretaker began to speak.
"Or not." He grumbled under his breath as he turned his head to the man to listen to his instructions. Hearing that Pariah had already devled inside the Necropolis to handle something made Marvin roll his eyes. So he was a no show. Not even going to bother to show his face to them. Fine. As long as he gets his caps and his info, he was good to go. But the fact that he still wasn't able to meet him after all this waiting did piss him off a little bit.
The equipment promised was there - radiation suits, geiger counters and even an Old World Map. Marvin didn't need the radiation suit for obvious reasons - he can't get any more ghoulish than this - but he thought that maybe the geiger counter and the map would be useful. The suit would be too heavy to lug around if he thought about letting Emily have it. Gordon, as a Synth, could handle the radiation just as well as Marvin could. Their human companion was the only problem. And he knew very well that she wanted to enter the Necropolis herself, having been a curious scientist and ex-agent who could handle herself in a fight.
His attention tuned back to the caretaker when he continued speaking. Like the others, he was shocked to hear that what the Pariah wanted was not physical weaponry but blueprints. He wanted information. He realized that the Pariah was bigger than he originally thought. This wasn't your average person, and he doubted that he was just a history nut who had more money than he knew what to do with. Maybe Pariah was planning something bigger than they could even comprehend at the present time. But Marvin didn't quite care about that. Not yet, at least.
Marvin stood up from his wooden crate and slung his rifle around his shoulder, not bothering with processing anything else other than the mission at hand. He wasn't exactly so interested in waiting around now that they were given the go. He looked at Frankie and John and gestured towards the Storage Trunk where their supplies were at. He then started to move towards it, eager to get his hands on the equipment and get the hell out of this stuffy little place.
However, others didn't take the orders so well. The Talon Mercs spoke up against it. It was a high risk mission. They'd be risking everything they had for this mission, and for what? For just some documents? It was understandable. When they were invited to come here, they didn't know what they'd be doing. So everyone just went here because of morbid curiosity. Marvin sighed. He couldn't believe that some mercenaries were this picky. They could just leave, couldn't they? It's not like the Pariah would have them shot just because they didn't quite accept what they were going to do and got cold feet at the last minute. It was bad on the reputation, sure, but still better than losing your life.
Then Swordwind went on a mini-speech about... something. Honestly, Marvin's mind went blank with disbelief that someone actually did something like this. What were they in? A movie? He could hear someone else pipe up against Swordwind. Obviously being part of the Brotherhood, it was understandable that most would not exactly accept her quickly. Hell, Marvin wouldn't trust her to keep him alive if this were under normal circumstances. Hell, he was pretty damn sure that he would be dead by this point. But right now, it's obvious that she does intend on finishing this mission. But the girl raised a good point. They were from the Brotherhood and as long as they got what they wanted, they didn't care about the sacrifices.
Sacrifces that others, as mercenaries, weren't willing to make. Not for her and her companion, at the very least.
He took a Geiger Counter from the Storage Trunk and also the map.
"You know, I don't care who our leader is gonna be. Whether it's gonna be this Brotherhood lady or someone else, but we need one. This is too big of a group to just let everyone do what they want and hope for the best. We'll either get separated or be all dead within the first few minutes." Marvin pointed out as he pocketed the Geiger Counter. He then proceeded to their exit point but of course waited for the rest to gather up what they needed.
"So if you would all so kindly choose someone to lead, or please volunteer, we can be on our way, finish this mission and go on our own merry adventures without seeing each other again."He then let out a sigh. This might as well have been the reason why he rarely travelled with more than three people. Too chaotic. Especially now that they were all just thrown together with who knows what tensions are going to rise up. Not to mention their two Brotherhood Paladins just so willingly showing off their allegiance and putting almost everyone on edge about this whole thing. The ghoul, of course, had his own reservations. He was rather sure that he and John may as well have some complications if he was truly an investigator, but by this point he didn't care. It was useless to think about it since they were going to be working together. Guess for others, it's just hard to let go of previous grudges.
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