@UnstableMerx Riley sat on a nearby table as he checked his desert eagle and his other weapons which consisted of an assault rifle, a marksman rifle, and a flamethrower along side some of his tech.
He then hopped off the table and headed towards the exit. "Alright. I never caught your name."
"Was given a task to a hideout to stop the production of spice. Led by The Chemist. A medic for the Hyenas. Word has it that they have a stash of food, water, and booze.
Maybe @UnstableMerx would wanna tag along."
@UnstableMerx -Riley sighed softly and began to put his mask and hood back on after cleaning cleaning that mask.
"They are untrained dickwads...just like the Rikers. But thata a story for another time. Other than this banter, there isnt no briefing. Let's go have some fun."
@UnstableMerx He glared towards woman as he cracked his neck as she spoke. He took in her words and chuckled just a bit.
"I'm not saying that i can't do it by myself. I can do it with ease. I'd figure somebody would wanna tag along. Beats sitting here in base."
Heh-like the sound of that. If they are a waste space...how about we dispose of them?
Picked up a bounty from a lady. Three well known Black Tusk soldiers need to be put down.
As for where they are. They're near a quarantine zone...guarding supplies- and yes, there's booze.
Well...we were gonna kill them either way. Whether it's True Sons, Hyenas, Outcasts, or Black Tusk...
They have some higher ups that could be delt with...before me and other veteran agents make a third tour...back to New York.
Rest assured they have have some good shit. Well...in his opinion. Regardless of that, good or bad. Finding it is scarce.
Unless-we steal it from one of the factions.
"We're stuck with expired drinks and some viable stuff that are guarded by the factions...and well..I dont mind stealing if it beneficial for the people I care about."