Re: Stephen and Roman
Roman was deciding how long they could do this before one of them did something stupid. His conclusion was not very long. Since there was no meet to be found on the menu, he'd given his food away in exchange for two cigarettes. He lit one up and tasted like shit, but man, it was good to smoke. That had been the highlight of his lunch time, before it was time to work again.
He decided that they were moving shit around for little purpose. He was sure that the terminators a) didn't need things moved and b) could have done it faster and more efficiently than this bullshit, but at least Roman was strong enough. In fact, he had to remind himself not to pick up too many things and show that he could toss an entire cyborg without breaking a sweat.
He was in the middle of carrying one more box when Stephen arrived. "I'm good. Place is shit, food tastes like crap, we all smell like week-old used socks, but other than that I can't complain." He kept walking, while he talked. "I saw you speak to Steve. When are we doing this? Because we've got a week at most before I start eating people. Sabrina offered, but I didn't think that munching on her would make our paranoid rebel leader trust us."