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Adrian Shephard is a man who prides himself on being observant, particularly when it comes to animals. You don't grow up with a rifle in your hand and dinner over your shoulder unless you're good at paying attention to the world around you. You don't make it through the Marine Corps' Scout Sniper training without a keen eye for detail, either. But sometimes, you don't have all the data, and when that happens... hoo boy.
He got approached this morning by the tag-team duo of Jimbo, from the Australian Resistance, and Mari, the Satere-Mawe headcrab wrangler. Both of them had noticed a certain pattern of behavior that Shephard just wasn't familiar with, and since they couldn't figure out how to decide who should be the one to tell him, well...
There's a disgruntled-looking Marine herding Satan's own Christmas ham- which is to say, a nearly full-grown Houndeye- through the bar and out to the back door as fast as he possibly can. Catch him outside if you want to say hello, ask what's going on, or whatever.
He got approached this morning by the tag-team duo of Jimbo, from the Australian Resistance, and Mari, the Satere-Mawe headcrab wrangler. Both of them had noticed a certain pattern of behavior that Shephard just wasn't familiar with, and since they couldn't figure out how to decide who should be the one to tell him, well...
There's a disgruntled-looking Marine herding Satan's own Christmas ham- which is to say, a nearly full-grown Houndeye- through the bar and out to the back door as fast as he possibly can. Catch him outside if you want to say hello, ask what's going on, or whatever.