Mick walked in carrying a toolbox that he had discovered in the Engineer locker. "I found an old bread truck. I am going to get it running so we may leave."
"Bread?! I want some!" She started running towards a random direction and somehow got to the truck. She searched it and found a loaf of bread that seemed perfectly intact. "Oh its time to dig in!" She prepared to eat it but first broke it apart and saw green lumps all over it. "OH GOD THAT'S GROSS!" She ran back squealing and flailing around with a face that seemed like a combination of freaking out and major disgust. "Do not...eat...the bread..." she realized she still had half a loaf in her hand and squealed again before tossing it at the medic. "Get it away from me!"
Astasia made sure to pisto-whip Leah again for trying to eat bread found in an old, decrepit base before heading over to Mick. "I will assist with repairs, tovarisch." she said, grabbing the tool box and heading out to the bread truck with haste.
Leah kept on gagging the more she thought about those green boils all over the bread. "Oh god it was so disgusting...just...UGH!" She attempted keep it off her mind by distracting herself but she couldn't get it out of her head.
Mick popped the hood on the truck and spoke to the Spy. "The engine is undamaged. It should run if we change the oil and find some fuel." He felt something grab his leg, and looked down. "There is also the issue of what appears to be a carnivorous loaf of bread. Fascinating."
Astasia was already down below the truck, looking for the oil plug to drain out the old oil. "Good thing car-bombing 101 also taught basic automotive and WHAT IN HELL IS THAT?" she yelled as she slide out from under the truck before pulling out her revolver. "Bread should not do that!"
Mick picked up the small monster and patted it lightly on what he assumed was its head. "Whatever it is, I am keeping it." The creature squirmed for a moment, but quickly settled down and went to sleep. The Heavy set the creature in the back of the truck and returned to the job at hand. He found a case of oil and passed it to Astasia, then got to work checking the engine for obvious problems.
Astasia paused for a moment before sliding back under the truck to drain out the old oil first. "It is alien. Yuri in Moscow used to talk about them, say they are from Mars and landed in Tunguska back before the Revolution." She put the plug back on as the last oil dripped before sliding back out and pouring the new oil in. "I wouldn't get attached to it."
Leah heard Astasia scream and went to the bread truck and saw a carnivorous loaf of bread coming after her. "OH MY GOD WHAT *squee!*?! GET IT AWAY FROM ME! NO! I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS *squee!*!" She shot the bred with her rifle and ran away.
Mick ran around to the back of the truck and found his new pet blown in half. He growled, and picked up the bisected bread beast. To his surprise, the halves of the creature moved and slid themselves over his fists like a pair of boxing gloves. The half over his right hand, the half with the mouth, snarled and growled ferociously. Experimentally, he punch the wall lightly. The creature on his hand bit into the wall on impact and tore out a section of plaster in its jaws. The Heavy grinned. "Yes. This will work nicely." -HEAVY ACQUIRED BREAD BITE-
Astasia closed the hood after adding the oil before walking. "Oil is changed and why are your hands covered in bread?" She before asked, skipping a beat before shaking off the question. "Forget I asked. Sniper is liability though, no?"
Mick paused. The Sniper was indeed impulsive, and clearly had little or no real combat experience. The Spy, however, was another story. Obviously experienced, and undeniably violent. The Heavy wasn't sure how a woman like that would handle a perceived weak link. "The girl is... young," he began, well aware of the fact that she was not much younger than he, "and I do not think she has ever seen real combat." He looked over at the Sniper, then back to the Spy. "But she is brave, and she clearly knows what she is doing with that rifle of hers. She would not have been chosen for this mission if our employer did not believe she could handle it."
She smiled when he complimented her sniping skills but realized he said that she has no seen real combat."Wait,what do you mean I've haven't seen real combat?! I'll have you know I used to get into lots of fights! Especially with wild animals!"
"Wild animals are not men. They are neither as clever nor as cruel... and they do no not shoot back." Mick sighed. "When you hunt, the creatures you kill are fighting for their lives. They are unsure and afraid. The men we fought today were neither. They knew what they were doing, and they were here to kill us. Do you understand? This is not sport. It is life or death, and oftentimes a single mistake can make the difference."
"Yes, yes, you did good job killing bread. Very good, the Rossiya-Matushka is proud, Order of Lenin for you. " Astasia said as she poured some of the old gas into the tank. "Now, if you would please quit firing rifle every five minutes like John McClane, maybe we could get out of here without another team chasing us."
Mick set pulled Bread Bite off of his hands and set it on the ground. The two halves of the creature congealed together, and it followed at his heels like a puppy. "You are a movie fan, then? I suspected as much." He lifted the truck enough to place a jack stand, and began pulling the worn out and cracked back tires. He had found a set of spares under a tarp, and planned to replace all four.
"So how's the truck coming along? And I seriously think you should get rid of that thing before it sucks on our faces. And kills us all.
Mick bared his teeth at the girl and growled. "Bread Bite is mine. You will accept this." It wasn't a question, or even a command. It was a prophecy. It would happen. He put on the last tire just as Astasia finished filling the tank. The truck was ready to drive. "We are ready. Take anything useful and let us leave this place."
"Oh! That reminds me!" She leaves the two of them and comes back with another rifle and a bow. "Just a couple of souveneirs. So...where do I sit because I don't think it'll hold all of us in the front."
