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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]

"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..."

[smelltheashes]

"Sure thing!" Russel skitters over to the door.

Jared beams. "Can I just say, Corporal, that it's good to finally meet someone who understands our cause?"

[remindmeof_me]

"Oh, believe me," says Shephard, "I know how that goes. I most surely do. I don't know 'bout you boys, but me, I grew up in West-by-God-smile-when-you-say-that Virginia. Way the fuck back in the part of the state where they got to pipe in the sunshine same as the water. You know, the part all them city slickers 'n fancy-ass bankers 'n every goddamn kind of liberal you c'n think of seems to think ain't nothin' but scum to stomp on. I'll tell you, gentlemen, it ain't no picnic knowin' there's half a goddamn country don't give a shit you exist and the other half's laughin' their balls off at you. And the thing 'bout that is

[a_mere_child]

"It's open," comes the slightly muffled but familiar voice from inside.

[remindmeof_me]

"Uh, Ms. Vance?" says Shephard, sounding just a little stuffed up. "I got to report some property damage..."

[a_mere_child]

Alyx opens the door far enough to give Shephard a faintly puzzled look. "What happened?"

[remindmeof_me]

"Kinda made a couple of holes in the wall," Shephard says apologetically; he's got a sheepish kind of look on his face. "You might want a look, I reckon."

[a_mere_child]

"...okay."

She gets the feeling this is going to be Interesting.

[remindmeof_me]

Yeah, the fact that Shep's nose appears to be swelling and that he's got a couple of visible bruises already might have tipped her off some. He leads the way back anyway.

"Didn't really mean to fuck up the wall or nothin'," he explains, "but as God is my witness I thought those skulls of theirs'd bounce off."

And this would be the point when he opens the door to where he was studying...

[a_mere_child]

Alyx looks over the scene for several seconds, then nods. "Right. Well, I'll go get some plaster..."

[remindmeof_me]

"That one there's a load-bearin' wall," Shephard notes, pointing at the one that's got Russel about halfway through it. "Think he wound up 'tween the studs, though, it ain't gon' come down any time soon. Might want a carpenter to give it a look-see just in case."

[a_mere_child]

"I dunno, if you left him in there, he just might be dense enough to make a good support..."

[remindmeof_me]

"Yeah, but he's gon' start squirming soon as he wakes up, 'n that's gon' be hell on your plaster," Shephard says. "I ain't aimin' to make a bigger hole comin' out than goin' in less'n there's a fifty cal involved."

[a_mere_child]

"Well, I guess we'll make do with rebar, then," says Alyx with an exaggerated sigh.

[remindmeof_me]

"Fair 'nough. I'll do what I can t'tidy up in the meantime," Shephard says and gestures towards his nose. "Say, we got any ice or somethin'? Fucker's got a mean headbutt."

[a_mere_child]

"There might be some in the mess hall fridge," says Alyx. "Oh, and get some rags and bleach to clean up this mess. I don't think stupid is a bloodborne disease, but I'd rather not find out."