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In Vietnam, as it does from time to time, it decided to rain.
And then it decided not to stop.
Which is why Mary Anne wanders through the front door, soaking wet and cursing a blue streak under her breath. Thankfully, there's a bathrobe and a mug of Martin's godlike coffee waiting for her at the bar.
She shrugs the bathrobe on over her clothes and takes the drink over to a couch near the fire. Her gear gets dumped unceremoniously to the floor. She'll have to sort through it soon--clean the guns, throw out any ruined ammo--but for now she's just enjoying being relatively dry.
And then it decided not to stop.
Which is why Mary Anne wanders through the front door, soaking wet and cursing a blue streak under her breath. Thankfully, there's a bathrobe and a mug of Martin's godlike coffee waiting for her at the bar.
She shrugs the bathrobe on over her clothes and takes the drink over to a couch near the fire. Her gear gets dumped unceremoniously to the floor. She'll have to sort through it soon--clean the guns, throw out any ruined ammo--but for now she's just enjoying being relatively dry.