“I don’t have anything fancy on me except for some audio equipment, unlike the others. I’m just good at killing things, so if you need any deeds done, I’m here.” The L-68 held its forty millimeter a little higher as if it swelled with pride at its pilot’s words. Perhaps a bit too true to his word, Adrian trekked along near to his team lead’s left, content to wait for his orders in silence. At least, until he took a look at one of his utility monitors and noticed the suspicious actions of a teammate. [i]That’s a butt. Lots of fat, especially on females, but surprisingly little meat for being the largest muscle in the body. Not the best eating, either.[/i]

	Adrian very loudly cleared his throat—although only he could hear it and the sound was only so loud to himself. “Donk on screen, Captain! Th’ professionalism levels are rapidly dropping, I fear we may have a man down out here,” he reported, with a sense of urgency that sounded very real. [i]This is how good men get killed,[/i] he thought as his GEAR glanced at its distracted comrade. [i]He has to learn. Somehow.[/i]