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"This one has no experience with that sort of adaptation." Alf replied to Lint. "We could likely effect healing but it would take time and experimentation, which this one believes we may not have... Is there a quick temporary fix available? If we can hit the prey now before they can call in more of their pack it will be much easier to take down."
He stops to take stock of his equipment and realises most of his blades are now molten slag sitting in the middle of the hall where the firefights took place and his clothing is in charred tatters. "This one also requires more armaments. Some form of ballistic armour if you have something that will fit available that is not too conspicuous, a good quality combat knife, some throwing blades and any useful venoms or Neurotoxins you may have to coat them with, and a couple of stun grenades would suffice to complete this hunt." He finishes, silently promising himself not to be caught under-equipped again.
++Not unless you have some of that high quality burn relief and fake skin with you, which I'm fairly sure you don't.++
A bark echos down the street, and five of Alf's hounds come bounding down the empty street.
Juntas broke in again. ++I've been trying to raise Mal'caor, but I'm getting no response. Either his comms down, he's maintaining radio silence, or he's out of the picture.++ ++May I also recommend you take the wounded to one of the docks so we can treat them.++
Grogg walked up and threw a heavy burned army around Marcs shoulder "So how did yer hot date go? While Grogg was off biting throats ole Killa was making love not war eh?" Grogg gave a huge smile, parts of the other ogryn still visible in his teeth.
Marc chuckled at Grogg's comment. "Not so much. I found a position, but then she came in ... I thought she might have information, so we ... Left, together. Came back here, and not much else has happened. We do really need to get hold of Mal'Caor, though, or continue without him. But we need to make a decision one way or another ..."
Marc nodded at Hal'yon as he approached. "I'm still in this too. We can get this done, but it needs to be done quickly and cleanly. Who is still in a fighting condition? I, personally, suggest those who aren't are driven back to the ship. We cannot fail our first mission. Agreed?|
++Juntas, any more information on the target now that you've had more time?++
He then looked around to look at the various injuries the others had accrued during the firefight. "OK, who has what injuries? We need to give them this information, so you can be treated to the best of their abilities, as efficiently as possible! Come on guys, info, info!"
Alf perked up with the arrival of his pack, some of his energy seemed to return to him and he started testing his joints and carefully stretching to see how impaired he was.
With a series of coughing barks he greeted his packmates and then sent two of them running before turning to the group once more.
"This one has sent two brothers to check and watch over the exits of the building." He said, "Our combat ability will be lessened by these burns, but this one cannot find and major damage and my pack will help reinforce our strength."
Marc smiled at Vanys' unexpected enthusiasm, shaking his head. "I don't think it will come to that, somehow," he replied, nodding towards Alf and Grogg, "Although, Grogg seems even less aware of his volume than normal. Granted, they have to know we're here already, but you know ... Every little helps ..." he trailed off as he awaited a response from the ship. 'This has been a failure from the beginning,' he told himself, 'But stay with it; two weeks, 10 billion credit.'' The thought almost had him salivating, and strengthened his resolve.
"We will do this," he said aloud, more to himself than anyone else.
Picking up his wrench from the floor Grogg hopped out of the transport and began walking towards the last known location of the target. +Grogg is bored. Grogg gunna finish the Emprag Damned Job... Then Grogg gunna get patched up+
Yelling over his shoulder "Is any yar pansies comin? Or is Grogg all on 'is lonesome?"
The ogryn turns back from the blow. Her tattoos cover her whole body. She grabs a heavy duty pistol from her belt and shoves it towards Grogg. "OI'M NOT IN THE MOOD FER FUNNY BUISNESS! YER NOT MY TYPE, SO BACK OFF!"
The ratling she was talking to unshoulders his las-rifle. "Git lost. We was discussing private buisness, so no gang warfare, got it?"