I walked in behind him, looking at the state of disrepair of my wargear, then the pristine state of the gear in the armory. Yeah, it served in a pinch, but I could heartily agree that it was due time for an upgrade. I shook my head as the analogy to some sort of grim, depressing rpg came to mind.
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[spoiler]eh, theoretically it's like four to a room but we're understaffed at the moment to only unlucky people have more than one person in a room.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I see. Wanna continue this instance here?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]eh, I don't know where to go, the patrol?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yeah. Probably start with you kicking me awake. Exhausted civvy, and all.[/spoiler]