"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok

[Othman]

After a befitting extent of deferring his upheaval, Captain Baranov felt the coercion to escalate his head from the table he was with Ares and Striatov. Having had enough of the beer and vodka, which was precisely redeemed to him in a stealth success by his Commander, the Captain respectively confirmed a strong pose in order to commandeer a fulminating glimpse on the awfully messed up podium of strife, inform of his alacrity to come up from the bench and enroll the rest.

"Hey, Yuri! Keep me a spot there.."

As the alcohol dealt with recklessly fighting men in a scatologic method, an Outcast operative laboring under the fake name and ID of Martin Edwards, who was fairly close to Mcintosh's table, fell into Baranov's recognition, much to the Hispanic's aversion and hysteria to find a way for surviving this ordeal. How this man had managed to sneak through was a question to be asked..

Expectedly though, the Captain had a sturdy understanding of eluding intoxication once needed, as it was meant to be indoctrinated through the intense tuition he had been having so far from his early boot camp days.

Both men took the same instant to stand up while Mcintosh's eyes caught Baranov reaching the grip of his TX-4 as did Ares'. The two knew very well that Baranov had always been damn cold serious with guns. The jukebox started to play a plausible banter at that moment.

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On the uncharted lagoons of anguish, I sail with a canoe made of my sins.