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In Bhaal's name.
A pointless quest and a pointless delve into the bowels of some once-pristine tight-arse operation that Lyster’s non-ONI eyes probably weren’t ever meant to see. Thems that knew him were aware of his peculiar relationship with curiosity. Where one trooper might be quietly fulfilling their childhood super-agent dream of discovering tech whose existence was never written down, Lyster would take little interest. He didn’t care. If he did survive, and if what they were dealing with was worth a threat and a warning, he could only hope they’d take his ennui of the situation into account when consider whether he’d talk or not.
Course he wouldn’t. He didn’t care. Not about something like that, anyway.
It wasn’t worth the time or energy to worry about though: if it was a concern, Black wouldn’t have allowed him to go with the two agents. Unless somewhere down the line Black had factored in a probability that Lyster would die or get himself killed – which, with ONI was never impossible – he was allowed here.
He had intended to make a joke about it to King if they found the weapon, but with the arrival of Grey and the subsequent confirmation that the weapon was a no-show, the joke was replaced by an eye-roll executed with sardonic exaggeration within full view of Grey.
‘That’s the problem with scientists, they think about things. How many times have clever plans just made things harder?’ Lyster muttered. He didn’t deplore clever people, far from it, but he knew he wasn’t one of them and never would be. Being a schmuck with no prospects is what got him here in the first place, and he resented that more.
He shut his mouth while listening to Black though. He sounded upset. Whenever they regrouped, Lyster knew he’d have to cease the dumb bullshit he allowed himself to say for his own fun.
‘May I make a proposal of how we will extract ourselves from this position and return to Black?’ Lyster said, attempting the appropriate vernacular. He raised his eyebrows, then jutted a hand out, gesturing towards the reinforced truck. ‘We no longer have the element of surprise out there, but I’m sure the last thing those covvies are expecting is a mounted machine gun.'
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Course he wouldn’t. He didn’t care. Not about something like that, anyway.
It wasn’t worth the time or energy to worry about though: if it was a concern, Black wouldn’t have allowed him to go with the two agents. Unless somewhere down the line Black had factored in a probability that Lyster would die or get himself killed – which, with ONI was never impossible – he was allowed here.
He had intended to make a joke about it to King if they found the weapon, but with the arrival of Grey and the subsequent confirmation that the weapon was a no-show, the joke was replaced by an eye-roll executed with sardonic exaggeration within full view of Grey.
‘That’s the problem with scientists, they think about things. How many times have clever plans just made things harder?’ Lyster muttered. He didn’t deplore clever people, far from it, but he knew he wasn’t one of them and never would be. Being a schmuck with no prospects is what got him here in the first place, and he resented that more.
He shut his mouth while listening to Black though. He sounded upset. Whenever they regrouped, Lyster knew he’d have to cease the dumb bullshit he allowed himself to say for his own fun.
‘May I make a proposal of how we will extract ourselves from this position and return to Black?’ Lyster said, attempting the appropriate vernacular. He raised his eyebrows, then jutted a hand out, gesturing towards the reinforced truck. ‘We no longer have the element of surprise out there, but I’m sure the last thing those covvies are expecting is a mounted machine gun.'
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