NINTH [VOICE]

[hungupboots]

[for all that's going on, Weller's pretty damn calm right now]

All members of the caravan, report immediately to the fort's armory. We need a headcount of everyone still left and we'll split into teams. Bring any and all weaponry you feel comfortable handling. If you don't plan on fighting due to being unable for any reason, report in anyway.

Comments

[Voice]

[canisorption]

[Bored monotone.]

I'm outside, and I'm not coming in.

[Because someone pissed off the mayor by being superpale and a jerk. BUT YOU GET NO EXPLAINATION OF THAT.]

Just don't shoot me.

[He'll pay back anyone who does. Personally. And if you can't tell the difference between him and other people, you'll really get it.]

[VOICE]

[hungupboots]

[goddamn kids and your pale skin!]

Fine. Have it your way. Name?

[VOICE]

[canisorption]

[Old fart and your lack of tactics. That's what you get for sending Rookie on Gun-Registry patrol.]

Heine.

Rammsteiner.

[Who has no idea another version of him was wandering around and Gau reported his possible gunslinging.]