EIGHTH [VOICE]

[hungupboots]

[ someone sounds a little tired, but he's finally managed to flip it on ] Now that we've all had quite enough music for the rest of eternity, I suppose we can get back to business. Status reports, everyone.

[ an afterthought- ] Are there spare blankets on this thing?

Comments

[doesmeanthings]

Freelancer Texas, here. Everything seems alright for now. ...now that the singing is over. [Though standby for boyfriend abuse.]

[hungupboots]

[ abusing Church is really ok in this man's book ] Glad to hear. And even gladder to not hear any more singing. Nothing of interest on your patrols, Agent?

[doesmeanthings]

[This might be the scary start of a good friendship or at least chain of command.] Nothing. There hasn't been a sign of trouble lately but something is going to happen again at some point. I don't think we should relax our guard the entire trip.

[hungupboots]

[ indeed! ] Agreed. A lax in action is no reason to assume it will continue. I appreciate your vigilance, Agent.

[doesmeanthings]

I do what I can. ...but if we can we might want to consider finding or making more weapons. Can't be too careful.

[hungupboots]

Also agreed. Perhaps we should sweep the caravan and improvise. We're past the point of affording to hold out for actual weaponry.

[doesmeanthings]

Agreed. I'm trained in building explosives, repairing vehicles, and making do with what I have. I'll start doing sweeps for anything I can use.

[hungupboots]

Excellent. Report with any progress. I'll scavenge what I can during my own patrols.

[doesmeanthings]

If I find anyone else with skills we can use, I'll add that to my report.

[hungupboots]

Appreciated. Thank you, Agent.