Darkwind - Viewing Topic: Alive yet another day

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About half of the The 4saken crew stationed in Badlands burst through the door. Many of them were bloodied up, but they seemed not to mind.

"DRINKS!"

Caleb took a chair to the back, content to drink alone and mull over nearly getting everyone killed, but they weren't having it. They drug him out into the middle of the bar, hooting and hollering and showering him with drinks - literally.

Caleb had just limped what was left of his squad back without being ambushed, which considering the condition of the remaining vehicles was a life or death consequence. Having survived, everyone was ecstatic.

"Guys, guys, calm down. You're supposed to drink it, not pour it on people!"

"We're just happy we're not dead, homes," said Greasy Lee.

"Yeah, good to know my life is worth a heavy gat or car cannon. Geez, can't we just buy that stuff somewhere?" said Duane Pritt, in as joking of a tone as he could muster, considering he just had his apache shot out from under him (with him in it).

"Could be worse," said Sean, nursing his injuries, "you could be the unlucky bastard sitting next to you helping soak up all that incoming fire."

"Yeah, yeah," said Gonzo, "that'll be your new nickname! Sean 'Damage Sink' Person. Doesn't have much of a ring to it, though." Gonzo took another drink and pondered that in mock seriousness. "Hmmm.... 'Damage Sink' Person. It's almost a title. Hey, what the hell kind of a last name is 'Person', anyway?"

Caleb watched them go about and party on. Duane was right, it was a foolish risk. But everyone had agreed to it. Risky leaving those kinds of weapons active on the field in the hopes of loot. He managed to get the gat but it was really the car cannon he was after. Freddy Best, back in Somerset, would have had a field day with that thing. Caleb had half a mind to just take the loot when it comes. Hell with it. Just shoot the bastards. Shoot 'em good. He took another drink.

After a bit, Duane came up, a drink in each hand.

"Hey boss, going to spread the love. One's for Doc and I'm going to check up on Keith, see how he's holding on."

Caleb nodded approvingly, his head bobbing a little extra from the alcohol. "You know Keith got shrapnel in his head... his face... all tore up..."

"That's okay. I'll just pour it on him. He'll understand."

"Heh. I'm sure he will," Caleb said, if he makes it through the night, that is.

All for some hardware. Too much of a price to pay, if you ask me.

......................... vet combatL1 wv1,0,0
Posted Jun 22, 2008, 10:04 am