((OOM: Pre-thread; flashback.))
"That," Krauser pronounces, shrugging his shoulders to shake off the lingering tension, "was fucked up."
The tiny emergency chopper had lifted off, taking the team members in need of recovery and repeated baths in tomato juice away; two men were standing watch. The cherry glow of the ruins in the distance had faded to something barely visible.
"No, seriously." He coughs. "I was expecting something to spit acid, not. . . what are they fucking with now? That shit reeked." The emergency chopper had taken the reserves necessary to get a full transport out, but they'd expected to have to camp here anyway; getting a site scraped together hadn't taken long, especially with some equipment left to beat the weight requirement. "But hell, we didn't lose anyone. I'll take it."
The tiny emergency chopper had lifted off, taking the team members in need of recovery and repeated baths in tomato juice away; two men were standing watch. The cherry glow of the ruins in the distance had faded to something barely visible.
"No, seriously." He coughs. "I was expecting something to spit acid, not. . . what are they fucking with now? That shit reeked." The emergency chopper had taken the reserves necessary to get a full transport out, but they'd expected to have to camp here anyway; getting a site scraped together hadn't taken long, especially with some equipment left to beat the weight requirement. "But hell, we didn't lose anyone. I'll take it."