Date: 2016-05-29 04:00 pm (UTC)
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"Stay out of it, haircut," Mick growled as they walked down the hill. "You don't know what he can handle."

Len straightened his uniform, smoothing the synthesized wrinkles out of it, and smirked in a cocksure manner as they walked into the camp. Mick just plodded along stolidly as he always did. Ray looked like he was going to let in the blackflies as they walked, staring around the working military camp like a tourist. Hopefully no one would notice.

"Where should we head first, sir?" Len asked, glancing towards his 'commanding officer'.
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