“FUCK!” Casket jolts on the spot like a sprung Boxcat, although kudos to her you didn’t even see the hidden knife flash into her hand.

“The Devil’s Schemes!” Heavenly curses somewhat more eloquently in his native Antiochan dialect, nearly headbutting your left boot as he leads up with his pistol halfway out the holster.

“Hey now…” You admonish from your perch, unable to keep the smugness dripping from dripping out. "Not my fault you dumbass urban-dwellers couldn't hear a dump truck driving through a nitroglycerin plant."

Heavenly shakes his head, momentary shock forgotten. “I take it all back. The woman is clearly possessed by some evil spirit.”

“How in the shit did you get in here? -That- is the only door into this voiddamn tent.” SGT Casket points in the direction of the tent entrance with her shiv, which just happens to be the very moment that your superior officer Lieutenant ‘Boy’ Blue enters with Crane hovering behind him. You wonder if your Second stalled him at all so you could have your fun. Doesn’t sound like him.

The LT stops abruptly, staring at the blade in Caskets hand about a metre from his face with something resembling unruffled disapproval. Your laughter as the ice-queen of Banshee sheepishly sheathes her weapon does seem to belay any suggestion of a half-hearted mutiny, but the LT looks pointedly at Casket, then you and finally Heavenly just as he holsters his sidearm.

“Am I interrupting something?”

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