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He relaxed his shoulders and the right corner of his mouth edged upwards into a half smile as Andriette and Murphy came into view. If he had to be honest there were a couple potential crew members he had been worried about not showing up and Andriette had been one of them. Despite their shared brush with death, or the undead, he didn't know much of her. Other than that she had been a marine, which in turn was the main reason he wanted her on his crew, expecting her combat experience to make her a valuable member. He gave the area another quick scan trying to find the shadow he had seen earlier, his eyes passing by Tatums position and once more missing her completely he concluded it must have been a small critter just or his imagination. <br/>
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Turning his attention back to Andriette he reached his hand into he pocket of his jeans and pulled out a smoked piece of poltry. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">"Well butter my butt and call me biscuit, happy to see you show Andriette."</span> He grinned with a heavy southern accent. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">"And you too Murphy."</span> Kneeling down he unwrapped the meat and waved it in front of the shephards nose before putting it on the ground. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">"I told you, with your skill set it would be a waste if you don't join a crew and everyone is a bit screwed up these days."</span> He got back up and gave Andriette's arm a quick squeeze, his hand lingering for a bit as he took notice of another figure moving up to their position <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">"Give them a chance for me, in the least I promise I won't let you down."</span> He then added with a quick wink. <br/>
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It was then the crew's medic Landry Garnet came jogging towards them and Montana could not resist the urge to raise an amused eyebrow as the man messed around with a backpack, to pull out a green canvas jacket. Montana had contacted a couple of potential medics for his crew, but with what had happened to Stirling Murray, none of them had been very eager to join up with him. Landry was giving him a chance and Montana had no intention of letting the doctor down. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">"Good morning to you too Landry, for your first question, my morning is getting better with each new member that shows up."</span> He slung the strap of his rifle back over his shoulder and moved back to lean against the young tree behind him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">"I'm expecting two..."</span> He started, but gritted his teeth halfway through the sentence as his face fell upon seeing Liora step into view. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">"Apparently three more."</span> He then corrected himself, the strain in his foice clearly audible. <br/>
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He turned his head momentarily and forced a smile onto his face, like a farmer with a toothache, while Liora introduced herself. It wasn't that he was worried about her skills, hell she had spend more time surviving alone than most people within the spire, but after nursing her back to health he had to admit he cared for her a little bit too much to drag her out back into a world where danger lurked around every corner. He had hoped she would stick with her teaching job safely within the confinements of the spire. Slowly and softly let out a deep sigh as he tried to catch her eyes to see how serious she was about joining the crew, but she had already diverted her attention and started talking to Landry. At least he would be the safest member for her to be around. <br/>
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Montana looked up as soon as he heard another voice and mentally cursed his own incompetence at losing his concentration when it came to keeping an eye on his surroundings. Jamison Makenna was one of the best mechanics Montana knew and he was lucky the man agreed to join them on their first mission. Though Montana had worked as a mechanic for the Zombie Hunter Gang, his area of expertise was a lot better when it came to light aircrafts and around the spire the prodigy who was Jamison, was far more commonly known. He nodded back at the red-head, happy to see the turn-up of potential crew members wasn't nearly as bad as he had feared. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">"I'm sure we can find a couple for you to play dress-up with."</span> He responded before nodding towards the burnette. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b">"Though Andriette might give you a run for your money."</span><br/>
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