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[Dampe]

**Jesse rolls a 33!**
Uhh...Shit, what do I do again? She wondered to herself.

"Alright, if you've got him taken care of, I'm going to go talk to our friend in the burlap sack.
Steele walks into the clearing and removes the sack from the man's head.

**Steele rolls an 86!**

"Buenos días, señor."

The man looks rather confused.

"¿Quién eres?"

Steele smiles back at him.

**Steele rolls a 52!**

"No importante, no importante. Estamos aquí para ayudar."

"Gracias, señor. Esos hombres eran narcotraficantes."

The smile fades from Steele's face. "Shit."

[Twinwolf]

"Maybe I misheard that, did he say they were drug traffickers?"

[Playergamer]

"Miss mean and green, can you get a move on before I bleed out?" Boyd grunts in pain, still holding his hands over the wound and trying to keep pressure on it.

[Dampe]

"Maybe I misheard that, did he say they were drug traffickers?"

"Huh. Didn't read anything in your dossier about speaking Spanish, but yes. It appears we've fucked up."

[Egan_BW]

"Look, it's been awhile, ok?"
She glances down at Boyd's hip flask.
"How strong is that?"

Disinfect, then bandage. using what's handy, if need be.

[Twinwolf]

"Maybe I misheard that, did he say they were drug traffickers?"

"Huh. Didn't read anything in your dossier about speaking Spanish, but yes. It appears we've fucked up."

"High school, and then I was a covert operative for a while. Speaking multiple languages comes with the job. Indeed, we have screwed up."

[Egan_BW]

"Saving a hardened criminal is better then saving nobody, right?"

[Dampe]

"Saving a hardened criminal is better then saving nobody, right?"

"I don't think this guy is one of them. He looks like he's in his forties."

[Playergamer]

Boyd glances down at the hip flask. "You've got to be kidding. I thought that was an urban legend! It's, uh, 80-proof. Good stuff. I bought it with the money I got for signing with SOF."

[Dampe]

**Hanton rolls a 21**
"Fuck," she mutters, as she pours out half of the flask onto Boyd's pants, missing the wound completely.

[Egan_BW]

Jesse covers her face with her hand.
"Fuck. this is a bad day."
"Fucking booze. Fucking missile. Fucking bullet. Fucking Pilot.
I mean, what kind of ace Pilot flying a state of the art plane gets shot down by a fucking missile fired from a goddamn island full of idiots?!"

Find something to bandage it with you fuck.

[Playergamer]

Boyd grunts as a bit of the whisky laps at the wound. "Ah, fuck. Alright, Hanton, you can do this. You think you're having a bad day? I got shot in the leg!"

[Egan_BW]

Jesse sighs. "I noticed."

[Dampe]

**Jesse rolls a 29!**
Bandage, bandage, bandage...what, does he expect me to use a fucking vine?

[Egan_BW]

She turns around and starts yelling angrily.

"Steele! why didn't we bring a first aid kit?! Why didn't we bring a Medic?!"