Tilian made his way to the fridge and plucked a ham sub from out of the jet's stock, deciding to use a bottle of water with a Propel flavored water pack as a chaser. He took a seat at one of the tables and unfurled the wrapper to the sub, taking a bite out of it and examining the contents: ham, American cheese, lettuce, tomato, black olives, yellow mustard. It would be enough to keep him ready to go for a while. He took another few bites before mixing the Propel and the water, taking a sip out of it and setting it down so he could get a look at the rest of the team, as well as the prisoners, silently tossing over the events of the submarine inside his head.
After a minute, he decided he'd dwell on it after sleep, and he finished up his meal before lying down on the couch and closing his eyes. Briefly, it flitted through his head that they should have a destination in mind, but then exhaustion took hold, and Saosin's mind went blank...
NPC: Siren (Coalition Stronghold, Northern Michigan)
Siren's eyes widened as X-Calibur dropped, and for a couple seconds, panic took hold over her, but she took a couple deep breaths and drew her weapon anyway. Time to step things up.
Edited by Tyler Durden, Nov 03 2012 - 08:38 AM.