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Jim's in the common room, finishing off a can of beans, drinking his water, and staring at the duty rosters. He should probably get working on something. He just couldn't figure out what. He wasn't an engineer, and while he could fight, he was more the sneak-up-behind-you-and-make-you-dead-before-you-know-he's-there guy, than the patrol guy.
The only helpful thing he could think to do would be to start a support group for post-apocalyptics... and poker night.
So he sits there some more, thinking and eating his breakfast.
The only helpful thing he could think to do would be to start a support group for post-apocalyptics... and poker night.
So he sits there some more, thinking and eating his breakfast.