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From: "Terry Mixon"
> > Lysia looks about the room as she slings the weapon over her shoulder.
> >
> > "Whoah, tough crowd."
> >
> > She smiles a little as she adjusts the red kercheif holding her hair
back, then unzips the > > grubby blue coverall's she's wearing. A small
label sewn in above the right chest
> > pocket proudly proclaims, 'Mitch'.
> >
> > "So do we have a lift off schedule? I've got a letter I need to stick
in the post but I
> > don't want to do it until just before we go." She shrugs, "I hate
confrontation."
> >
> > "Plus, the more time I have before we leave the more time I have to get
myself
> > properly sedated before this flying coffin leaves the ground." She
shudders a bit
> > and taps the bulkhead.
>
> Shawn looked back from the fridge.
>
> "What? Did I miss something?"
Lysia has dug a sight mount out of her coveralls pocket and is loosening it
off with an allan wrench.
"Mmm... Tough crowd, letter to post, sedated... No," She shrugs wiping
the mount channels on a fold in her coveralls, "I think I pretty much
covered it all."
"I did ask Wolfgang what he was cooking but it seems to be some kind of
state secret." She smiles pulling the SMG out from behind her back and
carefully sliding the sight mount onto the rail next to the optics. "Stupid
things, always so fiddly."
Lysia looks over at Arvitis and says quietly, "Thank you again." A small
grin crosses her lips, "Would you like the plate Doctor Mira is going to
take out of my leg as a souviner or can I keep it?"
Lysia David
