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[acts_of_gord]

They should start receiving reports from the other Resistance cells soon, from what Alyx's told him. Gordon's taking her word for it. What he knows about the communication protocols and safety measures around here could fill a thimble. Right now he's occupying himself with weapon maintenance. It's necessary, and given how many weapons he's got, it

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[smelltheashes]

On the other hand, with Gordon being who he is, some of those new people will be actively seeking him out.

Case in point.

"Dr. Freeman?"

[acts_of_gord]

Just as long as it's not that woman who wanted to know if Barney was free tonight. Which, thankfully, it's not; that's a male voice for sure. Gordon looks up, eyebrows raised.

[smelltheashes]

He's greeted by two Caucasian men--one tall and solidly built, the other shorter but lean and lanky. Both have dirty blonde hair and gray eyes, and similar enough features that they're probably close relatives.

"Jared Butler," says the tall man, offering a hand to shake. "This here's my little brother Russel."

[acts_of_gord]

"Good to meet you." Gordon sets the shotgun aside and stands up to shake the offered hand. "Welcome to the base. You adapting all right so far?"

A lot of the evacuees, he knows, are having trouble. The orientation helped, but... well, a lot of them are just boggling, and it shows.

[smelltheashes]

"Nothin' but niggers and kikes everywhere you look," Russel Butler mutters bitterly as he and his brother stalk down the hallway. "So what're we s'posed to do now?"

"Minor setback, Russ, minor setback," replies Jared. "We just gotta find somebody who'll be more sympathetic to our cause."

"How about whatsisname--Calhoun? You think he's up for it?"

"Nah, Vance has got him wrapped around her little finger. Prob'ly sleepin' with him, too, the slut. Nah, there's gotta be somebody else..."

[remindmeof_me]

"-shelter hat
From an entrenching tool..."

Corporal Shephard's been pretty busy the past twenty-four hours or so, since the helicopter maintenance is done and that bear hide Ms. Vance got from that weird post-nuclear kid needed some extra preparation before tanning could start in earnest. Thankfully, he brought chemicals and equipment from the Bar to speed the tanning process on its way without him having to be in the same janitorial closet as the stink.

"But he's going to be a big success-
he heads his class at OCS..."

Which is why he's in one of the neglected areas in his fatigues, surrounded by books, papers, and the occasional map, and singing to himself under his breath as he does his best to cram the whole sorry lot into his skull against the day when it'll be needed.

"... makes a fellow proud to be a soldier..."

He probably wouldn't mind a distraction. Go on, poke him.

[smelltheashes]

Jared's eyes light up when he catches sight of the singer. Now they're getting somewhere.

"Excuse me?"

[remindmeof_me]

"Whoop." Shephard cuts himself off and glances up. "Sorry 'bout that, didn't see y'all comin'. Lookin' for someone?"