Angelika was furious. Rena was furious. Half of her squad was furious actually, which meant that the blackjack game they were playing was tinged with bitterness, autopistol ammunition slammed and scraped rather than jovially passed, the cards thrown roughly around, and the fact that litterally every member of the squad had ground about four lho-stick butts into the ground each. 

Angelika knew Rena was particularly furious. The guardswoman wasn't an official sniper, and since the ISU was classified as a long-las rather than a lascannon or lasgun, it had been confiscated off her. The guardswomen dropped a handful of bullets into the pot in the centre, before saying out loud the true issue that had been bugging all of them. "I... can't even comprehend what fuckhead determined that our cash should be sent to [i]Cadia.[/i] I haven't been home for eight fucking years and they expect me to be able to get my pay from there?"

Angelika was likewise angry, but felt some measure of responsibility to prevent a full-on mutiny among her squad. "Look, it's not that much of a big deal. We've all got relatives in Cadia who can transfer the cash over to our accounts; it just means that we get our cash a bit late. Not like we can spend it on this fucking useless world anyway. She tapped the ash from her 'stick onto the ground, watching as it came dangerously close to the primer of an autocannon round. "Y'know, I think that may be enough cards. None of us are paying any attention, so what's the point?"

The group murmured, then piled the cards into a pile. Rena groaned and slammed down her set, exclaiming 'just when I fucking get a straight..." but stopping when a few bottles of amasec came out. "It's just cheap shit, and don't drink too much. We've got a warp ride soon. There was a clinking of bottles, and the squad sat around, watching as chimeras rattled and bumped, the new banners fluttering above. "Here's to those fucking banners being more gold than red, yeah?"

She was scanning the crowd, and picked a face out. An abhuman face to be precise; and to be even more precise, it would be the medic who had made an ork skull into a football. ([@NecroKnight]) "Hey! Crazy cat lady! Get your arse over here right now and tell these guys about the skull!"