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    The red in Grizz's eyes began to fade as he heard Dawn's voice and felt her presence. His eyes focused, unfocused, and focused again. Dawn was good at this, she has saved the lives of many recruits over the years when they pissed the Driver off. He let out a low growl and did as he was bid, his hand snapping open like a bear trap. He tossed the wrench aside and held his hands over his eyes leaning into Dawn some. Like a child who knew he had done wrong. "I'm sorry everyone, thank you Dawn."

    The emotion was gone from his voice and his body sagged exhaustively. He slid down from the roof of the truck and sat himself down in a chair holding his head in his hands, body shaking a little as he quelled the rest of his anger by counting back from one hundred.
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    Barsad watched the girl clamber up the side of the semi and stand over him. Well, from his perspective, it was more like she was climbing down. She greeted him and warned about his impending doom at the hands of the birdman, to which he attempted to reply. Again, his panting masked his words, leading to some awkward mouthing with a few audible words now and again. He watched her jab at thin air a few times then try to recreate the heel spin he just did prior.

    "One of these days you're gonna have to show me how you do that...it would be so bitchin."

    Barsad perked up almost immediately and scrambled onto his feet. Dawn wasn't exactly someone he was already close to to begin with, but she was definitely one of the few who he got along with quite well. He looked a little jumpy, and definitely eager to teach, but alas, Barsad is no teacher. Not by a longshot. Now instead of his breathlessness impeding his speech, it was now his jumpiness. At least now it was somewhat understandable. "Ohyeahsuresure! I can teach you now-- here uhh-- yeah jus--just watch okay so like first you gotta crouch butnonotalltheway crouch just k-kinda a bit low but not tooooooo low yeah? Okayalright so whatyourgonnawannado is-is-is-- is you'regonnawanna push off, yeah? With your feet-- no, foot, like left foot. Right, or right, either one. Liiiike so--" Every bit of his twitchy instruction came with a little demonstration that he was almost a bit too into.

    He trailed off halfway when he spotted another mercenary quietly walking across the concrete garage floor. Like with the others, he gave him a big, excited wave to greet him. The fourth squaddie seemed unfamiliar to him, though. Barsad was always kind of bad with remembering names, but he was pretty good at remembering faces, and yet, he couldn't quite pin the new guy. All of these thoughts were clear as day on his confused but still grinning expression.

    The girl went off to the other end of the semi to talk to the new guy, but Barsad stayed behind to put his coat back on. Just then, he heard a voice boom throughout the garage.

    "DAMN YOU RABBIT I'M GONNA RIP OUT YOUR SPINE AND USE IT AS A JUMP ROPE!"

    It took a good few seconds for it to register before Barsad realized that 'rabbit' referred to him. "Oh boy. Heeeere comes the birdman," Barsad whispered to himself. Dawn's foretelling of his fate was accurate down to a T. Grizz was now brandishing a rather large wrench and was barreling towards the semi as fast as his legs could carry him. This ticked a switch inside the commando, one that flooded him with adrenaline.

    In this kind of situation, most would trigger their fight or flight instinct, but not the twitchy little scamp that was Barsad. It was a well-known fact around most of the guild that he wasn't... exactly the most liked. By this point, he'd already lost count of the mercs who'd tried to brain him with all sorts of clubbing or stabbing implements. To him, this had become a game, a test of skill. His face showed no fear, but rather a naive, playful look. He scurried as fast as he could to the other end of the semi with the other two, but Grizz was on him in no time like stink on a rat's ass. The commando was definitely surprised, but moreso impressed.

    "You're mine breadbox!"

    Barsad paused to process what the driver just called him. "Breadbox? Oh hey, that's a new-- WHOA THERE BESSIE--" He bellowed loudly as he was almost caught off guard with a sudden lunge coupled with a downward strike. Instinctively, he ducked and geared hard for a tight spin to get behind Grizz while simultaneously dodging his strike. One foot had already lifted off the surface when he felt the other leg suddenly snag on something. Before he knew it, he was flying off the ass end of the semi, leading to a... substantially less than spectacular landing.

    He sat up slightly dazed from the fall, groaning somewhat audibly. When he came to, the new guy and the birdman were literally at each other's throats. One with the robo arm, the other with the gun. Wait, the gun!? Barsad almost fell on his ass again scrambling to stand. His grin was completely wiped off his face now. It had contorted into a mix of exasperation, nervousness, and surprise.

    "Oi! What the fuck!? He has a gun?-- Hehasagunwhydoeshehaveafuckinggun!?" He paused and looked at Dawn the same way a kid tattling someone to a teacher would. He breathed nervously, looking to her, then back to the two, then back to her again. "A gun-- unfuckingbelievable a gun! Them's against the rules innit!? Mate! A gun! Why? Do you have a gun!?" His coarse lowborn accent showed itself more than it usually did, and his voice quivered ever so slightly with each throaty yell.

    Barsad may not have been the easiest to get along with, nor was he a model merc, but the rules were the rules, and Barsad was a good guild member, because a good guild member always follows the rules.

    He rambled and repeated himself loudly to no one in particular a few more times before he finally saw that Dawn had defused the situation. He heard the birdman mention in passing something about apologizing or whatever, to which he responded with a half-hearted wave and a just barely audible "Yeah mate, no big."

    All manners of fear and nervousness had flushed themselves from his face, leaving only a tired and exasperated, but relieved expression. He put one hand on his hip and the other over his heart like an old man recovering from a very mild heart attack. With innocent eyes, the commando looked at Ketsuki as if he'd just used the gun to murder a litter of puppies. He held his gaze for an amount of time that could be deemed as slightly awkward. "... A fucking gun?"

    The pasty white manchild shook his head disappointedly and shuffled inside the back of the semi, slumping down on his bunk to calm himself down.
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    There was a low, audible laugh from up above them, on a catwalk near the top of the garage. Standing there, as if he had never been anywhere else, was Mr. Yorkmizer. He wore a suit, a rarity reserved for him, his family, and those from the City. His hair was long and tied back. His face was rugged, possibly handsome, if it weren't for all the scars. He gave a soft golf clap and rubbed his thick, tangled beard before pointing to Kiro. "Kid, put the piece away. Before I decide to shoot you for having it on my base when you're not supposed to." He snapped his fingers and six armed guards came in, three on either side. Yorkmizer's cocksure smile never left his face. It was a company staple, at this point.

    Once everyone had calmed down, he send the guards away and leaned against the rail, still smiling. "Gentlemen. Lady. You four are, quite possibly, the luckiest rookies in the entire Guild. Normally we'd have you split up. Sent all over the Badlands to shadow better Mercs and most likely get killed when you annoy the vets too much. But, instead, you get something different. You see, the town of Kulig recently decided to enlist the aid of the Guild and needs a few Mercs there for an extended period of time. Deterrent to the local pests. So, I plan on sending all of you in to kill a few Bandits, keep the people in line, accept all the gratitude and come back with respect and praise and all that. Hell, depending on how well this goes, you might even get to stay together."

    He made a gesture with his hand and some other Mercs came in with bags, placing them on the floor. Four large duffle bags, each with names embroidered into them. Yorkmizer cleared his throat to get their attention again. "These are the weapons, armor, ammo, and tools you'll need. You'll receive a weekly convoy of ammo. Inside each bag is also a shiny new badge. Keep that shit handy, it's the only proof that you work for me. Any questions?"

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    Ketsuki clenched his teeth feeling his shirt be grabbed. This metal hand.... No Ketsuki would only describe it as a mechanical claw. Thats all it was, a greasy claw. Regardless of whether or not it had fingers and functioned just as a hand. Ketsuki could see his firearm on the other side of the truck and was ready to kick and rip his shirt if need be to get back to the firearm. He didn't want to shoot but if by all means he had to he would. Just as the situation would occur in his mind, everyone would be left with no defense and he'd have his gun.

    To his surprise, the hyperactive girl had stopped the brute from further damage and stopped Ketsuki from planning more devastation between the group. He could hear the other gentleman, the one who was called 'breadbox' freaking out over the fact that he was the ballsy one with the gun on his side when they were outlawed unless patrolling. Ketsuki cared not, it was his gun and he'd be damned if he was going to be caught without it. He pondered on the thought of the boy for a moment and glanced over to him. Barsad was his name? All of these people were new to him although he was a new guy to the squads he still figured he'd know someone in the group. But to his knowledge this was it. Lifting his firearm he glanced it over a few times racking back the slide to make sure everything was still intact. He then replaced the ejected bullet into the clip before flicking his safety back on. It was at this time the owner showed up speaking to him directly about having his firearm at his side, Ketsuki only shrugged it off half mumbling to himself. "I'll be damned if I'm caught without one..."


    He listened to the man speak and only nodded to his words accepting the words he was saying. Once the bags were dropped he moved over to the one that held his name and unzipped it pulling his badge out first to examine it. Upon examination he made an accepting face and slipped it into his pocket. He then proceeded to examine the rest of the his equipment noticing a second firearm matching his first, along with a rifle had been placed in the bag with a scope inside of a box ready to be placed on his rifle and zero'd in. Ketsuki smiled at the sight of pure beauty in his eyes. He then continued to rummage about looking at the rest of the things in the bag getting excited over his new 'toys' He was ready for this already and getting pumped for it. He quickly zipped the bag up and picked it up hauling it over and tossing it in the truck with a look of 'mine don't touch' on his face as he did so. "And this will be my vortex of storms and blood."
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    Grizz didn't even bother to look up as Mr. Yorkmizer appeared and began to speak. The Driver had met the man many times before, he stunk like the city and the Birdman could practically see the grease dripping off his head most of the time. It's not that he hated Mr. Yorkmizer, in fact he was something of a step-father to most of the mercs and Grizz was as loyal as the rest, but there was just something about the man that Grizzwald didn't trust.

    Many of the recruits fresh from the wastes compared him to the cruelest of Warlords just with nicer clothes. Grizzwald could see it easily, especially when the man was hanging around training sessions breaking the hands and arms of people who messed up on the firing range. Grizz was lucky he had a clockwork arm since the day he was shanghaied from a merchant's burning caravan and drafted into the Guild at age five. He doesn't remember much of his childhood, but he does remember his father was a clockmaker and loved classic music, he even named Grizzwald after some obscure composer the boy could never remember the work of. He couldn't remember much of his mother though just that she smelt of the sea. The man reached the number one and looked up as their bags were brought in. The Driver had kept his hat, mask, and his pauldron with him so the bag just had his coat, vest, his arm's maintenance kit, his weapons, and other supplies. Standing up he went to his own bag and ignored Ketsuki as he bound around like a gremlin. Kneeling down the Driver unzipped his bag and went through the motions he had been taught since youth.

    He slipped the leather vest on then pinned the badge to his coat. He had to remove his pauldron before he put on the coat though. He quickly undid the sturdy buckles and pulled the armor off. The many smalls motors whirring busily in his shoulder with each motion of his left arm as he continued. He pulled the rugged old garment on gently slipping his prosthetic arm down the sleeve and securing the cuff tight around his wrist so as no sand or dirt got into his clockwork, he replaced the armor ratcheting the straps tight. Next he pulled out the M-16 and went through the quick inspection motions and slapped a full mag into the chamber followed by the soft click of him flipping the safety on. He pulled four additional mags out of the bag and slid them into some of the hidden pockets in his long coat then slung the rifle over his shoulder. Next he picked up the hefty Tire Axe as he called his melee weapon. It was much like him dirty, heavy, and likely to destroy whatever got in it's way. That he slipped into the specially made pocket in his coat.

    Lastly he picked up Annabelle's keys and dropped them into his pants pocket as he shouldered his own bag and carried it around to the driver's side. This was his spot, where he could go anywhere and do anything. He opened the heavily armored door and climbed into the cab, he carried the bag to his bunk in the back of the semi and dropped it onto the bed after picking up his top hat and placing it on his head, he nodded to Rabbit. There were two bunkbeds back here and Grizzwald had claimed the bottom one closest to his seat, he expected Dawn would take the one above his bed as that was how it was in the bunkroom, but as long as Ketsuki didn't take it he wouldn't be too mad. It was then he saw his favorite bit of wardrobe. His bird mask, a fully functioning and heavily customized gasmask he made in the Guild's armory. It was something of a rite of passage for him, everything up to that point had been provided by the Guild, but this was the first thing he made all by himself. And while he's made modifications to it over the years, mostly increasing the size and reinforcing it the overall shape hasn't changed much. It could help him breath in a sandstorm, underwater, through whatever pockets of toxins or weaponized gases they might come across in the dusty wastes. It was his namesake and his claim to merchood in his eyes.

    He wouldn't need it for awhile, but he planned to put it on before they reached the town. It would help them make an impression. He tucked the mask under his arm and returned to his seat placing the mask on the dash. It was then an idea hit him that hadn't really been addressed at least not that he could remember. Poking out of the open door Grizz lifted the brim of his hat and looked up at the Guildmaster. "Mr. Yorkmizer sir, who will be in charge of our group? I'm sure you wouldn't send us out without some form of veteran leadership or one of us being promoted to squad leader. It would likely end very badly for us and the Guild should something go wrong. Especially since none of us have really been outside the compound in twenty some years. Also I say we call ourselves Team Dynamite!" Gone was the mad killer and once again in his place was just the Birdman looking for his next near-death experience.
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    Dawn paced the top of the semi, her eyes darting from the man above her to her new teammates. She didn't like him being up there...didn't like the men he had brought in. The situation was out of her control and she didn't like feeling vulnerable. While Ketsuki and Griz gathered their new belongings she made her agitation plain with constant catlike movement and quick glances upward. It's was Griz's voice which finally stopped her movement.

    She had questions and she didn't wait for Yorkmizer to answer Griz's before asking her own.

    "What of these local pests...the bandits? How many are there...what kind of resistance should we expect? ...and how long is an extended time." She sucked her lower lip in and continued to stare upwards. She didn't feel "lucky"--she felt worrisome. It was like he was sending them, the expendable newbies, out on their first mission with no care as to whether they returned or not. No mentors or veteran mercs. ...and what if they needed help...who would they contact then?

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    Ketsuki watched as everyone else gathered their own things, he had what he wanted and didn't care what the others had or thought about his choices. While in the back of the truck he examined the bunk beds and wondered himself on the sleeping arrangements watching as the 'beast' as he would now call the man instantly claimed a bed of his own. Of course he would pick the bed closest to the driver side. But he paid it no mind and only smirked at the thought that crossed his mind.

    Ketsuki zipped his bag up and slipped over to where Grizzwald was and instantly tossed his bag on the top bunk. While he knew this wouldn't be a bad spot for him in position wise he didn't want to be remotely close to the Beast. Ketsuki didn't plan take the spot but out of spite and just to be as rude and as much of a dick as he possibly could be. "Well you've got the bottom bunk, I guess I'll be taking the top." He said this with a smirk and turned around walking off. He'd be back in a minute to get the bag and to actually swap spots to where he wanted to be at. But for now he would let the bull headed man think he was actually going to take this spot while he took a quick bathroom break.
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    A fucking. Gun. Who does that guy think he is? Surely not a guard, for sure, otherwise why would he be here? That's-- That's contraband, is what it is. New guy must have a deathwish. That'd be sad. It's the rules, mate, the fucking rules. Gotta stick to the rules. Gotta stick to the rules.

    Barsad laid face down mumbling into the mattress of some random bunk in the back when he heard a laugh echoing from outside the semi. He knew that laugh. He learned to remember that laugh long ago. Like a deer caught in the headlights, he jolted and froze, then leapt up and ran outside, but not before straightening his coat and taking a deep breath first.

    He scurried over to where the others were just before Mr. Yorkmizer started his big speech. He looked briefly at Dawn and Grizz, and lingered slightly longer on Ketsuki before looking up at the catwalks at the big man himself. Even then, he couldn't look him directly in the eyes. The few times that he did, his eyes darted somewhere else immediately. The commando fidgeted, crossed then uncrossed his arms, scratched his bald head, but finally settled with putting his hands casually in his pockets. Well, as casually as he could seem. While he listened, Barsad had on a smile. Not his usual grin, just a mild, tight-lipped smile. His eyes were wide, his neck muscles were somewhat flexed, and though his breathing was shallow, his shoulders rose and fell rhythmically.

    Mr. Yorkmizer gave his instructions, and Barsad listened very, very intently. Only when some other mercs were bringing in the squad's respective gear did he realize that he had actually been focusing on trying to listen, and not on what was being said. Words came in one ear, all but a few came out the other. Barsad retained in his strained casual posture, but his eyes widened in that telltale 'oh shit' way.

    "Any questions?"

    Hearing those words put the commando at ease, but not quite all the way. His boots clicked as he snapped to attention in a manner that was obviously unlike him, but snappy and well-practiced. For a brief moment, it looked as if he was about to raise his hand to ask a question, but it immediately turned into a quick salute. "No questions, boss man!-- Uhh, Mister Yorkmizer! ... Umm-- Sir."

    Not a moment later, Barsad knelt down and slung his entire duffel bag across his back, not even bothering to open it and get reacquainted with his gear. Never mind that the others had asked questions and were waiting for answers, he wasted no time in trotting back to the semi, almost half-running while still working hard to maintain his casual facade. As soon as he was close enough to the doors, he chucked his bag in haphazardly and scurried in after it. Yet another sigh of relief washed over him as he slumped down on it, not even bothering to claim a bunk.
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    Yorkmizer nodded and leaned back, still smiling. "There's a vet already there, as a matter of fact. You've not met him yet. He's an expert in Demolitions and security. He'll teach you what measure's he's put into place." He whistled harshly and soon after, the garage door opened. "Bandits will probably try their hand against you, but you should be more than a match for them, no matter how many show up. At most ten to twenty at a time. You know how it is with pests..." He laughed and gestured towards the desert, leaning forward on the railing.

    "Time to get going, lads and lasses! You've got a week to get there and a month to secure it! The vet has a radio on site to contact your designated handler! He'll show you the accommodations he's rigged up and such. You all have gotten lucky with this assignment. You'll have skirmishes and resistance for a week at most before the Warlord comes to the Guild to confirm we're there, then you can come back." Yorkmizer nodded. "So hop in that truck. Five hundred miled to the east lies your charge. The Veteran will be there and he'll catch you up. Good luck, folks." He walked away, leaving the team to go to the town they had been put in charge of.

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    Satisfied, mostly, with Yorkmizer's answers, Dawn jumped down from the semi's cab to grab up her belongings. She shook her head as she retrieved it, grumbling, "...he could of given us a name. All's we get is he's a vet..." she complained. At least they would not be on their own--there was that. She hefted her bag up onto her shoulder, grunting with its weight, and carried it to the back of the semi. It was filled not only with her weapons and gear, but also the tools needed to repair the rig in case of any mishap. By the time she got it to the beds, she was sweating.

    Right away, Dawn noticed Griz's gear and dropped herself on his bottom bunk to riffle through her things. First out was her Beretta and holster, which she strapped around her waist before pulling out the sawed-off shotgun. Ammo came out next, which she loaded into both weapons, filling the extra clips and storing them on her person. She also placed as many cartridges for the shotgun in her pockets as she could. Her armor was standard, unlike Griz's, and she dressed into it, minus the shoulder attachments and helmet. She rose, putting the shotgun strap over her shoulder and spinning the weapon to the back. She then proceeded to move about the small space, jumping, flexing, and stretching, basically working her new gear in and making sure she could still move normally in it. With long strides she returned to Griz's bunk and with a smirk grabbed up Ketsuki's bag from the top bed and flipped it to the next set.

    "This one is mine!" she exclaimed to no one in particular, although Barsad was there, sitting on his duffle and acting strangely--as usual. She really did like him--he was sort of like a pet. A good enough bloke. She went over and patted the top of his bald head. "You should get geared up kiddo--we're heading out."
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