Re: Chapter 13 : Victory
For his part, 'Masque has been battered by the course of the fighting but never seriously damaged, mainly because of his avowed preference for fighting unfairly whenever possible - foxholes, smoke grenades, indirect fire, ambushes... He uses them readily, preaches their merits vocally and usually manages to find the means to demonstrate their value sooner or later, aided and abetted by the fact that the squad seems to be calming down at last after a couple of months of murder, madness and mayhem that always seemed more important to some people than actually fighting the war.
Lately however, he's been primarily occupied with a prize taken from one of the earlier engagements, a flight pack from one of the new super-heavy SAMAS models which he's spent a great deal of time refitting (and paying to have refitted) into something that will interface with his modular armour clamps to give him true flight capability despite his massive and comparatively unaerodynamic weight...
...Perhaps more entertainingly for members of the squad however, this new capacity is not one that can be mastered without a certain measure of assiduous training and the roar of hugely powerful nuclear turbines permeated by a deep-voiced "Bojmoi!", ending in a barely-controlled impact on some nearby terrain feature was a regular feature of mid-December before the big Russian finally got the hang of things and started to become more of an asset and less of a threat to public safety once more.
During that time he of course made himself available for improvement work to the base (digging, vibro-aided construction, more digging), long and thoughtful conversations with other mercenaries and regulars alike and, of course semi-regular high-speed and highly unpredictable runs back and forth between nearby settlements in order to pick up the odd comfort item (or keg) for personnel on downtime... And increasingly, as he invests more and more in his cyborg frame, 'Masque has come to define high-speed.
Not that that's obvious in the meeting however, as he sits back in a comfortable-looking crouch, wearing only light combat gear (he is after all, on-base) with a big cigar visible over the top of his BDU pocket, waiting on the end of the meeting to be clipped and lit.