Mick pointed to the back of the truck, which held bench seats on both sides and a small storage cabinet that would somehow manage to hold loot for the entire team without filling up or weighing down the truck. Merasmus made it or something. Just go with it.
Astasia walked back to the soldier's safe, pulling out a bandolier of grenades and putting it on under her jacket before heading back and getting the passenger position. "I had to grab something. Little trick I learned from Afghans. " She pulled out a cigarette from the case she had before smoking it, observing the masks insides. "And yes, I enjoy the cinema."
Heavy stored his giant weapons in the tiny locker and climbed into the driver's seat. The engine roared to life, and he pulled the truck out into the courtyard. "Anyone who is not in this truck in the next five minutes will be left behind."
"Ugh..." she tried to squeeze in to the front but she can't since most of the space was taking up by the Heavy and Spy so she had no choice but to ride in the back that was filled with tons of loaves with tumors. "Oh god." She reluctantly went in to the pile of tumor loaves. And just tried to settle in with all the bread. "I can feel the tumors! UGH!"
Bread Bite jumped into Mick's lap, making an odd purring noise. He stroked the creature, and addressed the Sniper. "We had little time for cleaning. If you are bothered by it, toss it out the back." There were certainly fewer tumor loaves than the girl seemed to think, because the back of the truck had already been described as containing nothing more than some seats and a small equipment locker.
She noticed the seat in the back and sat on it. "Well at least I'm not surrounded by a mountain of tumors."
