This might sting a little.

From what I was told in debriefin’ ‘fore they sent me off, there was jus’…some sort’a mass breakdown in everythin’. Lot’a dead noncoms, folks doin’ exactly th’wrong things for the situation, and more’n a few who didn’t make it to respawn. Not a pretty mess, an’ I saw some’a th’pictures. Cleanup crew wasn’ pleased.

I am perfectly fine with never seeing that Admin again. What glimpse I got was enough for a lifetime.

Wait, you actually got t'see the guy? /He raises an eyebrow, immediately far more interested. That was definitely something worth noting, and he had to admit, he was curious./ Did you get a good look at 'im, or was 'e still doin' that total darkness bullshit he was when I got pulled in f'r head Medic shit?

*hard squinting* I doubt it's /coincidence/ that you 'n' Al leave 'n' come back at the same exact time. Hmmmmm?

I dunno. *bats eyelashes* Y’sayin’ it was just a coincidence? 

Let me put this in a way even you c’n unnerstand, now. I w’s head Medic. He w’s head Medic. Our base, like I said, kinda imploded. Bein’ that we’re both ranked, don’t it make sense that we’re gonna be questioned a bit? Not sure what happened with Al, but I know I was. Then we both got fucked up by a respawn glitch earlier ‘cause we were slotted in f’r a duel an’ wrecked eachother. Hence…my therapy bullshit.

*As he continues to taaalllkk and taaallkkk and ttaaalllkkk, Marie raises a hand like a puppet and has it ‘speak’ as Monty does, additionally crossing her eyes and sticking her tongue out as she does so.* 

/When he notices the gesturing, Monty stops outright, fixing Marie with the most unamused look he can muster--needless to say, it's the flattest stare yet. Of all the people he could've been forced to deal with right off the bat, it had to be the most annoying one./

*hard squinting* I doubt it's /coincidence/ that you 'n' Al leave 'n' come back at the same exact time. Hmmmmm?

I dunno. *bats eyelashes* Y’sayin’ it was just a coincidence? 

Let me put this in a way even you c'n unnerstand, now. I w's head Medic. He w's head Medic. Our base, like I said, kinda imploded. Bein' that we're both ranked, don't it make sense that we're gonna be questioned a bit? Not sure what happened with Al, but I know I was. Then we both got fucked up by a respawn glitch earlier 'cause we were slotted in f'r a duel an' wrecked eachother. Hence...my therapy bullshit.

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From what I was told in debriefin' 'fore they sent me off, there was jus'...some sort'a mass breakdown in everythin'. Lot'a dead noncoms, folks doin' exactly th'wrong things for the situation, and more'n a few who didn't make it to respawn. Not a pretty mess, an' I saw some'a th'pictures. Cleanup crew wasn' pleased.

Well, the first logical thing was to meet the team’s Medic, chances were he’d be keeping her alive once the battles started. Might as well get to know him and possibly get into his good graces… if she could bring herself to actually knock. Not that Emily was afraid of doctors (in her sport of...

Oh joy. Handshakes. Really and truly, this had been exactly what Monty had wanted.

Well, look at that. We’re finally gettin’ some reinforcements around ‘ere.

Lucky you, huh.

Oh, trus' me, we need all th'help we c'n get right about now. 'Cause'a that, I don' think you're gonna be sent back t'RED any time soon, sorry t'say. Hope you weren' gettin' your heart set on goin' back 'ere real quick.