As with most things, there is a beginning

[runmakitarun]

Earlier today Makita spoke to the people on her team she could find, and left notes with Bar for those she couldn't. Today is the day. It's time to go back.

While she's spoken to her team about what to expect, at least to some degree, no one's gotten a full briefing yet. She's pushed some tables out of the way to form a sort of open space in one corner of the bar, and as people begin to arrive she's starting to unpack the five military-style duffel bags at her feet, laying the contents out on the tables nearby. Grenades, mines, boxes of ammo, and a few guns are slowly spread out like a deadly little buffet.

Comments

Re: Introductions

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne's missed her, too.

"'S been a while. You doing okay?"

Re: Introductions

[twiststheblade]

Too long.

Miho thinks for a moment, then shrugs. Yeah. Okay. Nothing much past okay, but. . . she's still here, right?

Re: Introductions

[song_tra_bong]

"That's good," she says.

"How'd you get roped into this?"

Re: Introductions

[twiststheblade]

Miho shrugs again, and flicks her eyes to Makita. She smiles, and there's a definite warmth to it. they're. . . friends. So she;s helping. Plus, she's going to get to kill things, and that can never be bad.

Re: Introductions

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne nods.

"Ah, gotcha. I ran into her once in the bar, but it was Goldy who gave her my name when this came up. Not that I'm complaining."

She has yet to complain about going to war.