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

[dead-comrade.livejournal.com]

"Never did that as a profession," Krauser concedes. "Damn, outclassed. All I do to keep people's spirits up is kill the people we're fighting." Krauser shrugs. "Guess it'll have to do."

Re: Introductions

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Aw, don't feel bad," Goldy coos. "I think your method will work just as well."

"Especially since mine can be a little uncomfortable to perform in sub-zero temperatures. I'll probably stick with yours in this case."