Mercer nodded in agreement though it looked like he was having a stroke in the process.
"I concur!"He said, putting a finger up.
I'm responsible for the death of a Hispanic fighter and got the winning shot on one of their Gunboats. I think we've both earned our...drinks."
"He took a sip, still unable to distinguish the flavour. It had got to the point where everything tasted the same. He then looked up to Sierra once more.
"Do sit with us, Officer. We can get to know each other!"