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Tatum had grabbed the walkie-talkie from his hands, giving him a <i>’Guess I get the privilege of joining you, Sir.’</i> response and Montana arched his brow slightly at the petite woman, for he had not intended on giving her the walkie-talkie. She did not seem intimidated by him at all, not by any of them for that matter and it gave him the feeling that despite her height, he should not underestimate her. Then again, she had already proven her tenacity by approaching him first when had put word out he was looking to start a crew. In that way she and Liora shared the same ‘I won’t just sit by’ attitude he admired. Even if it would be a cold day in hell, were he ever to admit that. <br/>
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Landry’s response satisfied Montana in the sense that he was sure the doctor would do whatever was necessary, even if the man’s instincts would undoubtedly prefer the ‘alive’ option on the bounty. For a moment he was reminded of the conversations he used to have with Stirling, she had always been so adamant when it came to taking people in alive. He had tried, damn it all to hell he had fucking tried, but he had learned that in the world they lived in today, it just wasn’t always an option. Unknowingly he had turned his gaze to Liora, she had mentioned him twice in her conversation with Landry, but he had purposely ignored her words. He had never asked for anything in return for saving her, for giving her a place to stay. Was his need to protect her, simply a means to fill the void created by Stirlings death? Was it guilt? The thought hurt, surely it was something more than that. It would not be fair towards Liora otherwise…<br/>
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He briskly turned his head when Andriette started to speak, happy for the distraction and pleased she was the first one to talk about strategies, even if he had half expected it. The idea of having crew members to spar tactics with was exciting to him. Moreover, it would be a lot easier to make sure everyone was safe, if he knew the way they thought about handling a situation. Giving her the time to finish her point of view he eventually shook his head. In a way she was right, what she was suggesting was efficient, were it not for a couple small details. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b"> “The integrity of the factory buildings is questionable at best.”</span> He looked around the group. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b"> “No one is climbing up anything unless they have no choice and they’re absolutely certain it can hold their weight.”</span> The words came out slow, deliberate, and left little room for protest. Maybe he was being overly careful, he had been accused of it before, but he would be damned if he lost someone on the first day. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b"> “It’s very likely there are stragglers inside, you and Jamison are the strongest ones up close.”</span> Once more focusing his attention on Andriette he looked her dead in the eye, almost as if he was trying to dare her to speak up against him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b"> “Tatum will and I do the scouting around the buildings, but if there is any sign of a horde, we will switch positions.”</span> He handed the map to Tatum and took a step behind the young tree where he kicked aside some sand and a curiously placed bush, revealing a latch of sorts. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#655f5b"> “Liora and Landry will be guarding our exit routes.”</span> He then added while opening the latch, revealing a small studded compartment below. From it he pulled a bow and a good amount of arrows he picked up a while back. He had planned on giving it to Liora much sooner, but taking it into the Spire meant there was a chance the enforcers would confiscate it. So he had stashed it in the middle of nowhere, hoping that no one else would find it. <br/>
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Naturally he had more items stashed here and there, heck he even knew about an underground garage he couldn’t wait to show Jamison, but first things first, today’s bounty. He stretched his arm out to Liora, wordlessly offering her the bow and arrows. <br/>
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