Wohn-Ecke did not like being used as a riding crop and made, his owner, Na-Wa aware of it.

>Would you please stop using me to hit that poor creature? Further more your quite the idiot, buying the most untamed animal you could find. You ever wonder why it was being sold to fight in the gladiator arena?<

Getting off the Silonar Na-Wa speaks to no one in particular, fortunately the dinosaur has calmed down......for now.

“Na-Wa buy animal because it cost not much money.”

A familiar face to some, is seen strolling through the lot, and walks up to Silvermasque carrying what appears to be a large sack of basket balls... or something similar.

"I need to speak with you. now. He says rather sternly.

Na-Wa’s smallish looking T-rex lets out a roar, and tries to make its way to the new comer as he made his way to Silvermasque.

Na-Wa held the dinosaur back, keeping it from crossing the vehicle lot, while yelling at it. “Silonar, be good!” At this point the dinosaur tries to bite Na-Wa’s head off. Ducking to avoid being decapitated Na-Wa then punches the dinosaur in the mouth, at which point it calms down with a snarl.

There is a stench eminating from the sack... the smell of rotten meat soon overcomes everyones' senses.

Ferals nose crinkles, "Little mans food smells bad. Feral eat if no one wants."


Feral watches quietly.

 'Masque nods absently as Fodder addresses him, but does seem to take the information on board with a muttered 'Understood, we'll see what we can do' before he heads over to spend several minutes with Major Karno and Lotus in soft-voiced conversation that's fairly effectively masked by the rumbling of vehicles back and forth, turning away only when Arthur approaches him to offer both Karno and Lotus a quiet 'Excuse me for moment'.

 He draws the mercenary a little way away  with a polite gesture of one hand, until the two are standing between a couple of heavy armoured vehicles and crouches to put him eye to eye with the RPA pilot, his voice grim but not unsympathetic as he asks, simply... "What went wrong?"

"He wasn't alone... he had friends..." Arthur rests the bag on the ground, it is quite obvious the weight is getting to him.
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 'Masque nods simply, his expression grim "I was telling you about his theft - can buy lot of friends for forty plus million." he states in reply, lower arms folding smoothly "This is why I was so careful to warn you to take precautions and not to simply open fire. Can you be telling me what happened?"

"Our psychic tracked him down, and we spotted him with a couple of his new allies in Vosberg. Most of them took to the air in a giant german medical transport, except one, who drove a modified CS APC. We followed and captured the APC pilot, a man named Smith, and lured the rest to us. We sprung the trap but they were too many. We were cut down in less than a minute. They stole my Glitter Boy. Arven was hurt, and we fucked up one of their trucks. That Rahu-FUCK decapitated my men and sent me back here as his messenger boy."
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 'Masque nods grimly - perhaps feeling that pointing out the mistakes in the squads recon operation would be less than the best response at this juncture, not least because it's probable by this point that Arthur has already thought them through.

 "And I am assuming that he was having message for you to carry as well." replies the oversized 'borg, head tilting a little in curiosity.

"This bag is the message" He hands the bag to Masque. Silvermasque's suspicions were correct for the most part, it is a bag of heads. No traps, no explosions, nothing other than heads.

 One lower offside hand reaches out to take the sack, holding it without seeming to feel any especial need to open it up and take a look within. "I will be wanting to ask lot more questions - is safe to assume Justice Department will be wanting to expand file on Eastwood and upgrade threat - may even be possible to re-equip you somewhat if you are wanting in." the big 'borg states simply.

"Fuckin' right I want in. That four-armed pussy wiped out my team. I will need a few new guys, but I wont make the same mistake again. Next time this bag will be filled with the head of Arven and wheover stands with him."

Arthur grabs the bag back from Masque and dumps the heads on the ground,then rolls up the blood-soaked sack and stuffs it into his knapsack.

"and yeah I need new gear."

 The fetid, stinking remnants spilled to the ground cause the tall 'borg to pause for a moment and then drop to one knee, reaching into his own BDU pockets to come up with a small bundle of stuff sacks such as a camper might use, into which each of the seperate heads is carefully placed... He doesn't chide Arthur of course - just treats the dead with the same quiet dignity he rarely applies to the living.

 The last thing you want after all, is angry ghosts looking for you.

 "If you can be turning anger into cold, hard good sense and taking due care, I am not doubting this for minute." he replies when the unpleasant task is done, "In the meanwhilst however, as soon as my squad is done requipping we shall go talk to Justice, see what they are saying, Da?"

"Alright Masque...but I doubt Tolkeen gives a fuck about him anymore. It has been a week, he is likely just one of many wanted posters in some pushers' office. Where am I going to find unemployed mercs in the middle of Tolkeen..."

Arthur stands with his arms crossed beside Masque, looking at the other members of his squad.

Lotus has been watching the interaction between Msque and Arthur since he arrived, but now decides to approach.

"Arthur how have you been? What business brings you here with Masque?" Lotus is playing innocent, and fishing for an answer. She watches Masque intently while he scoops up the heads.

Arthur watches Lotus approach, and waits for her to speak. "scram" is all he says in response.

   "Fuck you shitforbrains.  I thought maybe you had a problem in need of being fixed.  Don't often see a guy drop a bag full of freakin heads you know.  I know an easy way to snare Arven, but if you'd rather not hear me out, I'll just move along."  Lotus turns to walk away.

 "War is not going too bad... maybe after big push there will be chance to pick up troops." replies 'Masque, fastidiously wiping his synthetic-flesh palm on a scrap of cloth once his gory chore is completed, then looking up as Lotus peels herself away from Zor (and the unfinished conversation) to approach Arthur and himself.

 "Arthur, you are having had hard time... is perhaps a good time to try to chill. Lotus, you are being touchiest bitch I am ever having met, including girlfriend - but if you are having suggestion, maybe you would be liking to offer it. After perhaps explaining how it is you know what Arthur has been up to?"

"Fuck both of you fucks, I am going to find a new team NOW. I am not waiting for Tolkeen to make a push... it might not ever happen. You might need to raise that bounty a bit Masque."

A large Tank/APC drives slowly towards the squad (11ft tall, 25 ft long, 25 feet wide). It takes aim with its' massive cannon stopping just 10 feet away. Snodgrass opens the top hatch and climbs out onto the APC right above where a stylized "Wrath Child" is painted along the side.

"Thissss here is an Iron Maiden APC from Iron Heart. It can carry 10 power armours. Armed with a state-of-the-art ramjet machine gun. Apparently these ramjets are fueled bullets ssssimilar to rail guns. It'sss got a pair of mini-missile launchers, anti-personel laser turret,  and a smoke despenser. And like mosssst vehicles it has radio, computer, radiation shielding, and is fully environmental.

Thissss one in particular has magic devices making it turn invisible, and make no sound."

The rat pauses to catch his breath and hack up a wad of flem on the street by the tank, being sure not to get it dirty.

"I can drive it, Black Andy and Feral can take care of the guns again, and it has plenty of room for you bossss (refering to Doc), and the rest of the platoon... bessssides the walking mountain..."
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"Excellent work vermin. This will do nicely." Hagriss wastes no time and moves to the back of the APC. "Open the back Snoddy, I want in."
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Feral steps in front of Hagriss, "Big ugly wait. Brother get in first. Brother get comfortable. Big ugly wait turn. Brother says you get in, then Big ugly get in."

Hagriss is surprised at Feral, and looks down at the man. "Your brother does not own the squads transportation. Now get out of my way." Assuming the hairy creature wont move immediately, Hagriss step to the side to pass him by.