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>>5575635Freya smirked to herself at the idea, not even paying attention to the scolding she gave her second over the radio. Nothing harsh, just a usual jab at her boys to keep their eyes open. Something about a preference for the front rather than the back, somewhere along those lines.
"I tried it once. Just before all this, as it happens," she thought with a small snort. "A proper mother even. Well, proper might be a stretch. The kids' mama is still half-buried in the mercenary broad she'd rather leave behind. Leave her here maybe... Keep that a secret between us, wont you."
Whatever it is he's hoping to see tonight, it's all just a game of chance. The size of your guns, the years of experience, noble blood or pointed ears, none of it matters in the end. It all comes down to the whimsy of capricious fortune. Doesn't mean you can't try and make your own fate though. After all, fortune gets wet for the bold.
But enough talking to the dead and gone, there's pups here to try and keep in one piece. And pups elsewhere to do the same for.
>>5575937>>5576064<<Don't reckon the convoy will be coming through the town, so most we need to do is handle any armor coming up the road. I'd rather shoot things out in the open rather than snuggled up in buildings.>>
>>5576369<<Hm... Eight, you're new ain't ya. Show us what you can do, for real this time.>>
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