First interfandom immigrant
He lay on his back beneath the vehichle. The smell of motor oil, sweat, blood and gunpowder overpowered his nostrils.
"Well this is just fuckin' great. No, don't drive the thing sanely. Lets joyride through a fuckin' minefield and make Damon work harder. Who gives a flying fuck about the smart guy! And if he doesn't do a good job we'll drag him out in front of a motherfuckin' firing squad!"
No one else was in the garage. Probably for the better given the COG's attitude towards defiance.
He put down the tool in his hand and looked around for another one. Then he looked back up.
The machinery had changed.
He looked out to the side. The walls were different. He smelled the air; the stenches of blood and gunpowder had almost vanished... they were replaced with a smell he couldn't place.. some kind of plants?
"Oh great. Just fuckin' wonderful."
He slid out from beneath the vehicle. He realized then it was a bright red vehicle, paint shiny and new. This is getting weird. Maybe they're putting mind control drugs in the water and I'm tripping on them...
He only had the lower half of his armor on. The top half lay there at the side of the garage. His torso was clad only in a sweat-stained, grime-coated thin white shirt that was nearly a rag.
"Where the fuck is this place..." he muttered under his breath as he picked up his Snub Pistol and cocked it.