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A half hour prior to the publicity photo being taken everyone had trooped into the musty smelling Ranger Quartermaster's store.

Of course, the Rangers' Quartermaster had nothing that came close to fitting Gregor. Which was fine by him as he sat on the bench and watched his compatriots trying to make the lumpy body armour sit comfortably over their ballistic weave body suits. Gregor was pleased that Ranger Weis had been reassigned to them for their upcoming expedition into the lethal British countryside. Gregor liked the little man. He was funny. More importantly, he had demonstrated that he was good at his job and had earned the trust of him and the others. Gregor noted the professional ease the ranger snapped close the bindings of his armour. Weis may be a 'specialist', but he was also a combat veteran.

Gregor's gaze turned to the other newcomer, Professor Hill. He still wasn't sure why Miss Ellie wanted her along on this. More than once he had overheard her and Miss Alicia arguing about the archaeologist. Maybe Miss Ellie was hoping that Professor Hill would not survive. The thought saddened him, but, sometimes such things were necessary. The professor was having trouble with her snap bindings and Gregor smiled to himself at his friend Victor's eagerness to offer his assistance. He just hoped Victor's interest in her would not get in the way of his job. Both of them had decided to forgo their ranger helmets, and both for the same reason. 'Helmet hair' was not something he had ever had to worry about himself.

Which brought him to his own job. With a sigh Gregor stood up. He walked over to the counter from where the uniforms had been given out. Picking up the helmet in one ham-sized hand Gregor went over to Ellie and unceremoniously plonked it down on her head. Ellie started to protest, but Gregor was used to that. He fastened the strap under her chin, closing her mouth in the process.

"Don't even tell me because I don't care. The others can do what they like. YOU will wear your helmet."

Ellie started to mutter something about 'I pay your wages dammit'. But Gregor had already turned away so she made do with making faces at his retreating back.

A Team

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Hyle Troy's picture

Nice hat Tuki, is the circus in town?  I remember the first time they shot me out of a cannon too :D

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

Veronica Volt's picture

Cannon? Did the Graham mistake the Fast Travel assemble instructions?

Tuki's picture

Shurrup... you try arguing with him!

Erm................ Oops?

Hyle Troy's picture

(( ooo does this mean more story comes soon? ))

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

Joe Spivey's picture

((Hopefully :)

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

Hyle Troy's picture

(( wonders if they go North

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

Joe Spivey's picture

Hey Guys!?

Transport

I found us some transport! Cool, huh?

*Ellie moves out of shot*

Can I take this damn helmet off now? We're still in London afterall.

No. Helmet protects your ass.

*Becoming more distant*

Dammit... You're worse than my Mom. You know that, right?

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

"Helmet protects your ass" o f course! Silly me, wearing it on my head..

I can scavenge trash... but this? This is rubbish! - Post Fall scavenger problems.

Hyle Troy's picture

((  worse than.....who. ?

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers

Tuki's picture

Ummmm... figure of speech Mom, just a figure of speech. Oh look, I'm needed at the er... the.... bye!

Erm................ Oops?



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