Gunfytr leans back from his comp terminal. Shaking his head, he laughs weakly. He looks at Beersoldier, nervously watching from the doorway.
'Has Pup seen this?'
'Yeah. Hes really ticked, but taking it out on the Aliens down there. But he does keep comm'ing and asking how much petrol we have at the compound.'
'Heh. Go figure. Ok. Hmmm.....'
Guns chin rests on his chest for a few moments, pondering. He nods, his decision made.
'Ok, ask Gemmy to stop in here. I think she is just the right touch for this.'
later
"Have a seat, Gems. You been keeping up on the Chit Chat stuff?'
'Yes, I have, Boss. What are we gonna do about them? I hate to see them picking on poor Puppy like that.'
'Are you involved with anything you cant let go for a bit? I'm gonna put you on this.'
'Very cool! You want me to do a lil 'slice and dice' on them?'
Gun grins, 'Maybe eventually, but first we need to find them. You up for a little undercover work?'
Gemmy jumps up off the couch, 'Oh hells yeah! I'm in!'
'Ok, then. Collect what we have and go find them. Theres no time limit, but keep in mind we need to keep Pup under control while you are looking.'
'Ill get right on it Boss.'
With that Gems trots out of the office.
Watching her leave, Gun leans over and hits an intercom button, 'Hey Beer, just how much petrol DO we have?'