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>>7953543 >Go play some cards or something with the team, We need to spend some time with them that isn´t ordering them around.
You get out the deck of cards. Come to think of it, you haven't really had a game since Strauss got transferred out, maybe this time you'll actually win some money.
"So, anyone worried about the attack?"
You ask as you casually try to bluff your way through a pair of 3's.
"A little I guess, I mean this is the big one right?" says Ruubens, already folded.
"Well, if things go sour, I think we stand a good chance of getting out if things go south. I mean with the Aggs, the Drill Suits we can just make out own exits if we need to. Also, the Outer Heaven can VTOL, so it just drops low and we hop aboard." Jolyne supplies, keeping her cards close to her ample chest.
"Yeah, but what about the rest of the forces?" Asks Hovis.
"Well, last I saw, all of the Gaw crews were picking out spots on the map where they could land. I think if things go badly then the other units are supposed to retreat to those zones, board and then book." Zolomon supplies.
"Guerrilla fighting out of Jaburo? That's going to be fun." You comment.
"Remember Panama? When ALL of the North American reserve landed on our asses?" Zolomon asks.
"I remember getting knocked out from the pressure wave of a nuclear explosion and waking up surrounded by rubble." You state.
"Good times man. Good times."
"Fuck you too Mr Ringo." |