Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[McNeo]

Montoya is escorted in with a guard, and as Pedro and Ares look around, they see the massive gash on the side of his lower arm. The arm, his left, held in a sling, and Juan winces as he sits and jolts the arm.

Ares gives him a smirk and says:

"You want to get that looked at by the medics in the SCRA?"

Juan shoots back a hostile glance and scrapes the words

"No, i'm fine, thankyou"

through his gritted teeth.

The damage only appeared to be cosmetic, but the lower half of the hand also appeared to be nerveless. He had been to the make-shift medical station down the valley which had been set up to deal with casualties, but with most of the Brotherhood injured, he offered to leave to let the medics treat the others. Therefore the dressing was hanging loose.

Juan's mood lightened after a while, as he ordered a beer. Suddenly, instead of drinking it, he poured it on his dressing, soaking it through and giving him more pain than he thought possible in a human being. He later said this was to stop infection, but Pedro and Ares whispered to each other about Juan's need to prove himself, even to his friends.

"So, Ares, how did you get all those medals? Doesn't really seem fair to be honest. Your languishing in the jewelers while were out doing all the hard fighting."