Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150716171702/@comment-26104528-20150819194146

As the eliminators boarded the Navy bullhead, the marine captain looked at both of them before finally saying "shouldn't kids like you be making out in some club instead of this shit?"

"If we weren't doing this shit, there wouldn't be a club." Fritz replied in jest.

The captain smilied. Unlike his own kids, the young man standing before him knew what was up. Also, his face looked awfully familiar. Could be from the news, but no time for autographs.

"Allright gentlemen. I suppose you all know what's going on this evening. But for those of you who dozed off during briefing-lookin' at you, Hudson-we're taking back some old nukes."

"Hey, I thought we'd be putting a bullet in Creatore's skull. Lotta good men died b'cause of that bastard." a soldier interjected.

"Stow it Frost. If we could take on a huntress and an army of her lackeys at once, damn straight we would! But we've got our orders. Our squad's taking the nukes while the hired guns go toe-to-toe with the Order."

The captain looked back at the mercs. All of them looked a bit weary and worn from fighting the Order, but at the same time they had a look of determination to finish this. Estellia especially.

"Oh, don't worry Mr. Frost." she loaded an ammo drum with several initials scratched into it. Each of those was for someone Stella knew who lost thier lives to the Order. "I'll take care of her for ya."

"Got visual on the shipyard. ETA 3 minutes." the pilot shouted into the cabin.