Sergeant-Major Adrian Shephard (
hecu_marine) wrote in
milliways_bar2011-11-21 10:26 am
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Adrian Shephard is not a man known for his subtlety or his patience in anything that does not involve waiting for a target to wander through his sights. Which is why he's standing in the middle of the Bar, hands cupped around his mouth, as he calls out, "Hey! Anybody here know anything 'bout all that shit down in the garage? I wanna see a man about a helicopter!"
That being said, he plops down in his seat and gets to work going over an extremely detailed topographical map of western Mongolia. He's got a busy week ahead of him.
That being said, he plops down in his seat and gets to work going over an extremely detailed topographical map of western Mongolia. He's got a busy week ahead of him.

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"Don't know much about the shit in the garage, but as far as I know unless there's a name on it it's yours. No alarms go off or anything if you touch it."
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The things a young delinquent gets into, really.
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Her tone says a good deal about what she thinks of this assertion. It's much like what she thought of Scott telling them 'they were safe at the mansion'.
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Like the gauntlets she wears and the plane, the bulletproof cloth for uniforms and the hard-light fitted Danger Room, and about a million other things.
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"Fuck me if I know but damn y'all've got to be pullin' enough strings to moor a goddamn aircraft carrier." Shephard shakes his head. "Anyway. Ain't my world. Don't matter none. Let's go find those murderbirds."
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It's just fucking confusing all the time.
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"What helicopter?" Chacon asks.
Beat.
"What garage?"
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For, you know, an antique.
"Thinkin' of seeeing if you can use it?"
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There's a napkin there already when he gets there, with a note to the effect of 'unless somebody drove it here and parked it, I don't really care'.
"Huh."
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"There ya go."
Beat.
"What else they got down there?"
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An honest, 'defeat the bad guys, save the world' fight.
And helping a fellow Marine to the boot.
"How do I get to the garage?"
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Ding! goes the elevator as the doors suddenly slide open.
"You just go down from here."
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