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<i>"Did you happen to forget what happened to Stirling?"<br/>
<br/>
"You're just asking for trouble."<br/>
<br/>
"Montana ain’t no leader."</i><br/>
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It was no secret what had happened to the last medic in Montana's previous crew. And everyone and their mother—Okay, not <i>everyone</i>, but a couple of the prospects that had already turned down Montana's proposition—had something to say something about it. No one wanted to be around the man's bad mojo. But the superstitious type, Landry was not. And he hadn't thought twice about it.<br/>
<br/>
He’d been a part of a crew once before; he'd also gone at it alone as well, and he knew himself well enough to know that he worked best in a team setting. It was where he thrived. So what if Montana had had a part to play in Stirling's unfortunate passing? It'd been an accident. Not to mention with the current state of the world, there was likely not a person in the whole of the Spire that didn't have someone else’s death on their hands. One way or another, you were forced to make a choice. And more often than not, the drive to live, to <i>survive</i>, showed a person just how far they’d go to live another day.<br/>
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So, yea. Landry had jumped in with both feet and by the time he'd joined Montana and Andriette, he'd already resolved to make the most of the opportunity. Montana returning his greeting prompted Landry’s next line of questioning as he glanced over to the dark haired woman with the dog. Stoic and silent. Not interested in social niceties. Noted.<br/>
<br/>
The sudden change in Montana’s tone as he mentioned how many others were due to arrive, prompted Landry to follow the man’s line of sight. The pretty blonde  that approached them tickling at his memory. Where had he seen her before?<br/>
<br/>
“Yep, that’s me.” It was only when she mentioned how they knew each other that the pieces clicked into place and Landry grinned, bright and pleased to see doing so well. "I'm surprised you remember, you were pretty out of it last I saw you."  his expression sobered as the woman apologized, thanked him and then went on to say she would repay him all in the span of a few seconds. He rubbed at the back of his neck, that easy smile strained. "There's no need for that, really,”<br/>
<br/>
The approach of the red haired mechanical wizard, Jamison—everyone knew or was at least aware of the man’s uncanny aptitude—offered a welcome distraction just as Landry worried Liora would insist on being indebted to him.<br/>
<br/>
And not too long after Jamison’s arrival, a dark haired woman who looked to be off in her own little world finally joined them. The binoculars hanging around her neck had Landry suspecting she just may have been waiting around way before the rest of them had even started to arrive.<br/>
<br/>
That was two…three new people, and if he'd counted correctly, the whole motley crew were finally gathered together. And maybe it was too early to tell, but he was optimistic they'd fit well together.<br/>
<br/>
Like one big patchwork puzzle.<br/>
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