Marcus Itera
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Marcus cocked a grin and nudged the Dreadguard Commander as he slipped a fresh mag into his rifle, something which seemed like a universal good idea at the moment to the point where Pappy dropped the empty one and slid a new one into the rifle with a sharp thrust. "I got more than you," he said, following the Commander with enthusiasm. "Big guns mean more holes - more holes everywhere else besides the targets, bro." Pappy lovingly patted his assault rifle. "Martha has been reliable, accurate, and more of a trustworthy companion than you blokes."
The grin never faded.
"Hey! What about me?"
The Staff Sergeant scoffed. "You're different."
Miranda placed a hand on her hip and cocked it to the side, "How so?"
"Just are."
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The grin never faded.
"Hey! What about me?"
The Staff Sergeant scoffed. "You're different."
Miranda placed a hand on her hip and cocked it to the side, "How so?"
"Just are."
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