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Author Topic: ABS FIESTA REDUX  (Read 1525403 times)

"...easier than expected."
Markus heads inside and looks around the top floor, checking for any other identifying information.

"Gods damnit, its Yui!" Jaakko exclaims.

He turns away, only to be met with the mess of the rooftop. The smell and mess gets to him. He kneels facing away from the body, gagging.

Gus speaks over comms quietly.

"Virvel, bring the VTOL down, we're done here."

He takes the bodybag and unzips it, putting on a pair of gloves one of the soldiers helpfully included. He puts the remainder of the body in and re-zips it, gripping a pair of straps and gesturing to one of the soldiers to do the same.

Gus speaks over comms quietly.
"Virvel, bring the VTOL down, we're done here."
: ...Ah. Alright, stay clear of the north side, I'll try to put this thing in place over there.

Virvel brings the VTOL to rooftop level and hovers it in place over the edge with the ramp down.

He takes the bodybag and unzips it, putting on a pair of gloves one of the soldiers helpfully included. He puts the remainder of the body in and re-zips it, gripping a pair of straps and gesturing to one of the soldiers to do the same.
The grunt picks up the other straps.

Gus walks to the ramp and carries the bodybag aboard, minding his step to compensate for the turbulence. He drags it into the aisle and takes his seat nearest the roosterpit.

Jaakko takes a deep breath and gets up. He looks decidedly away from the mess, and boards the VTOL without a word.

Markus climbs back upstairs and into the VTOL, having found nothing useful for identification. He takes the seat opposite Gus.

Faw gets on the VTOL and takes a seat.

Gus walks to the ramp and carries the bodybag aboard, minding his step to compensate for the turbulence.
Virvel risks a brief glance over her shoulder at the people coming aboard, and what they're carrying.
He drags it into the aisle and takes his seat nearest the roosterpit.
: Oof, that's gotta be the heaviest load this thing's ever carried. I'm sorry it turned out like this.

Markus climbs back upstairs and into the VTOL, having found nothing useful for identification. He takes the seat opposite Gus.
Considering Jaakko literally shouted "Gods damn it it's Yui", Markus either is aware of the identification or needs to get the biscuits out of his ears.

"forgetin' bombed her as soon as she landed. Merciless pricks."

Gus shakes his head, white-knuckling through his bloodstained gloves. He strains to keep his voice even.

"I appreciate the sympathy."

Markus feels like a moron, and wonders why the hell he was searching for identification after hearing Jaakko yell who it was.

Jaakko quietly reasons with himself that Yui did not die in vain.

"Gus, we're zero for two," he comments.

His tone is impersonal and cold.

"I hate this," Jaakko whispers to himself.

"I need to stop bringing you along."

Bell visits the medbay to check on Eriksen's condition.

"I don't go spending the gracious Blood God's favors on maxing out on deadlifts or squats. I pray to her that stuff like this doesn't happen," Jaakko replies, "You could try that too, sometime."

He smiles faintly before returning his gaze outside and reflecting on the mission that got Yui killed. His voice sounded livelier, but only slightly.