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[Criptfeind]

"I accept" Says the Worm as he slowly forms into a much smaller humanoid. "Now, lets us partake in our new friendship by you buying me supper so I can regain lost mass.

[Phantom]

Cole just shakes his head and gives the cyborg a whole Sugar-filled sack.
"Take it, I have too much anyways."

Meanwhile, with Guardian...
"Uh, you know the food and drink right now is free right?"

[Criptfeind]

"...


...free?"

The Worm quickly turns around and enters the bar. He walks up to the bar table and says "I will have four pounds of meat. Raw."

[Archangel]

"Thank you!"
The cyborg quickly eats all the sugar and washes it down with half his remaining beer.

He glances around at the other occupants of the bar then looks at Luke. "Hi there. What's yer name?"

[Criptfeind]

"Make it a double."

[silhouette]

On the island, a Terlian notices a soldier step unsoundly on a rock, causing it to move, swearing promptly followed.
A shrill scream enters the air, almost unbearable to unmodified  human ears.
Instantaneously, it seems like the hive bursts into activity, one soldier easily counts 50 in the immediate surrounding.


Meanwhile...
(AT THE TOOL SHED!.. inside joke)

One Terlian turns up at coles bar, opens the door and takes a seat at the bar.
"May i have a glass of water and three of your finest boars please, money is no objection if there is a cost."

[Phantom]

The soldiers quickly stare at each other. All except 1, who just shoots himself in the frontal lobe and kills himself. Another screams and runs out of the entrance, before falling to his death. The soldiers issue their goodbyes, and then lock and load, anticipating their deaths will come soon.

Cole then just goes over the Worms order and brings in a raw dead seal, and then serves the terlian.
"This is one of the strangest days I have ever had."
Said Cole, after he was done.

[Criptfeind]

Most of The Worm swarms inside of the dead seal leaving only a handful of bugs outside. These move closer to the youth that was trying to attract its attention before. A soft voice emanates from the insects. "Yes boy, what was it that you wanted?"

[Little]

A girl in a leather jacket, tattered jeans, and combat boots appears in the middle of the bar. Her brown hair is smoldering and smoking, a crazy grin on her smashed and bloody face. A serrated dagger is in her hand, sticky with blood. Blood pours from a nasty chest wound as she screams and makes delicate stabs into thin air with the knife, "Onward! Achtung! Offenen feuer! Kill the Bolshevi-Wha? Where-Oh, damn it! Not again!"

She pauses, nervous, before a stream of words erupt from her mouth, "Is there hostiles? I can't see shit through the blood in my eyes. Is there a doctor nearby? A way back?"

[Criptfeind]

"Who in the nine hell are you?"

[Archangel]

She pauses, nervous, before a stream of words erupt from her mouth, "Is there hostiles? I can't see shit through the blood in my eyes. Is there a doctor nearby? A way back?"

"I don't think so, yes and I don't know. What you doing to get yourself in such a mess and why the hell weren't you wearing armor while doing it?"

[Phantom]

Spectre and Guardian again stare at the newcomer.
The GDI Medic came in from Cole's Restaurant, and notices the woman.
"Alright so the Arathinian will be fine, just don-
OH COME ON! More damn injuries? WHY CAN'T PEOPLE WEAR ARMOR!?"
The Medic drops his medical case, and gets into a disappointed, angered stance.

[Criptfeind]

The insects move closer to the two soldiers. "Can you help me by bringing the seal carcass outside? It is not something for a pleasant establishment such as this what is going to happen to it."

[Phantom]

They both look at each other, before saying a synchronized
"Fine."
And they drag it outside.

[Little]

Little staggers and falls to the floor, dark clumps of clotted blood dripping out along the regular crimson flow. She starts to giggle, her voice rising to a shreik as she rambles,"Oh God, not good, not good. Come on, guys, we've done worse, we've been through way more. Atlanta? Paris? Chicago? Just...This just...Berlin. Hand me clips...clips, need refill. Cover...gauche, gauche, left, LEFFFFT!"