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Gargulec:
'Good job, people' muttered Viggo, snatching a smoke from his pocket and lighting it. 'Really good job. Ira, girl' he added after a second 'maybe you should go somewhere where they can take care of this wound of yours? Leaving it unattended is one sure way to get something nasty.'[i/]

Silhar:
Wiping the sweat from his brow and taking his helmet down his head, Mad lights a cigarette as well when the squad is finally out from the office.
"Well advised, old man.", he agrees, exhaling the smoke and examining the woman's wound with a shallow glance. "And the rest ? Any plans for such a nice evening ?", the rocker asks afterwards. "I think we might visit our dear, khe khe, quartermaster's office, before we go celebrating our victory. Viggo perhaps demands a replacement for his makeshift bomb. And I wonder if that bastard could unlock a weapon.  So ?"

thelaptop:
Roshal removed his helmet and moped his brow too.  "I want something less wimpy than the pistol from the quatermaster."

"Oh and Viggo," Roshal said with a slight sneer, "can you not be the damn hero next time?  Mind your age..."

Natiliana:
Ira looked about absently, seeming a little dizzy; a short period of attempted reassertion ended with a dry heave, feeling a mostly exhausted; the woman politely waved to the others as she turned about and attempted to locate the medical ward.

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