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[USEC_OFFICER]

"You can have fun on your own time, tuts."

"Says the person who's been drinking on the job." Camille smiles and swipes one of the bottles of whisky. "Don't worry, I won't tell if you don't," she says, taking a swig.

(( So, what are our roles in our 5-Man Band (Look it up on Tvtropes, if you dare) of not-really-heroes? I'm betting I'm the Lancer. ))

((I get the feeling that we're all Lancers in this 5 4-Man Band. Nobody has above-average intelligence, strength or endurance after all.))

[Playergamer]

"Worthless."

Check any dead mercs for money and ID.

"At the very least, they might have dog tags. Might get some severance-from-body pay...

Then, climb back into the truck.

Come on, let's move! We don't wanna stay in hostile territory any longer then we have to!

((EDIT: Reminds me, how many mercs died in that fight?))

[Funk]

...This will be a lot easier once I can remember everyone's name.

Pro tip put every ones name in brakets by there Character.

Lilith cheerfully ties the necklace to the handle of her AK as she pockets the coins, muttering about poof to show Conan before the gates of Valhalla all the while.
Makeing a mental note to get her prize preserved Lilith wander off to see what the others have found.
"Hey il swap you some of theses cheaps ass looking coins for a pistol or two or a few explosives if you have any." Lilith asks as she joins Camille and Boomer.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Camille cheerfully waves at Lilith. "Sorry baby, but I'm travelling light. If I find any I'll fling them in your direction, okay?"

[Playergamer]

"Preferably minus pin..."

(( Whispered to self ))

[USEC_OFFICER]

Camille elbows Bommer. "I was going to make that joke!"

[Playergamer]

"Well, you didn't."

(( At least we have a crew of players willing to roleplay ))

[Fniff]

Hanne pocketed the buckshot, then moseyed over to the group. "So... what do we do now?"

[Playergamer]

"We get going already. We're escorting a caravan, remember?"

Boomer jumps into the back of the truck where he's set up his "nest" of crates.

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Well, you didn't."

"It's called comedic timing, idiot!" Camille says while playfully whacking Boomer on the head.

Hanne pocketed the buckshot, then moseyed over to the group. "So... what do we do now?"

"Have a drink and get back on the road! Here, catch!" Camille throws her bottle of whisky at Hanne.

[Funk]

"We had best get moveing then, if that return it maybe the end of this convoy and our pay" announces Lilith as she lumber in the back of the truck.

[Playergamer]

"Which reminds me, some blood may have gotten into that bottle when that poor raider's head turned to red mist" Boomer says, grinning devilishly

(Aren't we such a cute band of misfits?)

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Point?" Camille asks while jumping into the truck.

(Aren't we such a cute band of misfits?)

((The cutest.))

[Funk]

"You have booze brilliant a fight and piss up this is a good day." 

[Playergamer]

"It's mine. The things I seen..."