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[shoelessdeath]

[Recruit Belkar has had more than enough of this. He's managed to stow some supplies from the black market, and with a full canteen, and a few ranks in knowledge:survival; he is quite ready to blow this joint

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[viva_la_impala]

[A shot hits the sand just slightly to the left of where Belkar would have stepped next. Another does the same to his right. They're not wild, but precise. Warning shots. The sound of a riffle being re-cocked is audible behind Belkar.]

Throwing a little bonfire party, Mr. Bitterleaf?

[shoelessdeath]

[Belkar reacts instantly, dropping the pack and rolling to cover behind a stack of crates.]

Just being prepared for the cold desert night, Lieutenant.

[Crap, he should have taken a proficiency in long firearms when he had the chance...]

[viva_la_impala]

[Winchester paces closer, careful to keep an eye out of molotov cocktails or any other thrown weapons.]

Are we so low on firewood that we have to resort to setting tents on fire now? How could we have been so careless?

[shoelessdeath]

[It's like you read his mind or soemthing... Have a couple throwing knives.]

How silly of me, I should have chopped down a couple of handy trees.