Adrian, having just finished his bottle, caught the new, full one the gunnery sergeant tossed at him with a few words of encouragement. A treasure trove? Well, the quality of the fight had everything to do with who's treasure trove it was then, didn't it? Hell, Adrian had liberated treasure troves all by himself without breaking a sweat, 'cus the people guarding it were less fearsome then a baby brandishing a binkey.<br/><br/>"Well then let's hope they don't fall apart so easy then." Adrian grumbled to himself. The Gunnery sergeant was already gone though. Nothing left to do but drink and wait...