Thread: Destruction's Right Hand (Razgriz & WritingxDreamer)

Yes, Miss Matthews Brian replied, bowing his head slightly he'd been raised to be respectful to other people, so often he would do things like this. Being a fairly level-headed man, his patience for things was remarkably high, far more than that of Mayor Redstone many considered him being the Mayor of the town instead. But what he had in dignity and respect for others he lacked in being able to motivate people sufficiently yes he was a nice man, but he lacked the backbone and air of authority that Redstone had. Truthfully, it worked better with him as Redstone's assistant he could take the man's harsh words and tone them down so that they would get the same message across without it being too brash and rubbing people the wrong way. Gwendolyn, you really shouldn't apologize so much......Otherwise, I think you might put me out of business he then replied to her remark with his own cheeky sense of self-depreciating humor. Call it a personality flaw or a strength, but he loved helping to try and brighten people's days. He felt like, aside from being the one to enact Redstone's policies and advise him on potential courses of action, making the good Mayor less brash and the people smile were also his contributions to the town. I wouldn't worry, my dear you're quite the capable woman. Everything will be alright. As she might turn to leave, he couldn't help but hope he was right yes she was capable, but so were those that wouldn't hesitate to end her life. Or worse, take her prisoner. Hemmingway, dressed in his usual attire of grey Old World body armor and boots covered in a dirtied white trench coat, was busy getting the eleven man team together when he noticed Gwendolyn approaching them. Ah, Matthews, how nice of you to join us the twenty-three-year-old, sandy-haired man said with a slight snarl in his tone it was clear that he wasn't pleased with her tardiness. Of course, she would be in time for the mission review. His bright brown hues scanned the group as he said, Now that everyone's finally here.....let's break down what's going to happen We're transporting a new fusion core to Girdershade since their own crapped out. It's our job to meet them half-way. Matthews, you're one of the fastest people we have right now, so you're going to be on scout duty with Jameson, Hefter and Gray. Your designation is Fire Team Three, and you'll be riding on the sides of the Runner. We'll be stopping at regular intervals to have you check for any potential threats. Fire Team One will consist of myself, Wilson, Thomas, and Nelson. We'll be close range support, two per Jetter. Harris, you man the transport's onboard turret anything even looks at you funny, blow them to hell. He then unfurled a map of the area the parchment showed a layout of the area, complete with several markings of points of interest and a dotted red line. Pointing to the line, he commented, This is the route we're going by. We'll be heading into some Gearhead and Ghost territory, but we don't exactly have much choice. Hemmingway laid his pointer finger on a red X located on a mesa. Gregors already went on ahead he'll be providing overwatch from here at Checkpoint Bravo. That is where the exchange between our team and Girdershade's retrieval unit will take place when we get there, Fire Team Three will be on perimeter security. His eyes then lifted from the map to glare at Gwen, Jameson, Hefter and Geralds, saying with an extremely serious tone, If you see so much as a jackrabbit get too close, report it in. We can't afford to let anything interfere with this trade. You all remember what happened when the Gearheads got hold of that refined tritium shipment. A noticeable shiver ran across the group about six years ago, the Gearhead bandits raided an Enforcer supply ship and managed to make off with about six grams of the stuff. Next thing anyone knew, the Haggard Settlement was wiped clean off the map in a flash of light. Those bastards used this act of despicable morality as an intimidation and fear-mongering tactic to get any town they could to start paying protection money. However, the moment of remembrance was cut short when Hemmingway started rolling the map back up before sticking it back into the inner pocket of his coat. Any questions? Hemmingway then asked.