Erich shrugged at the commentary and banter about his near-death experiences; his chest and arms were a mass of scars from old war wounds, ranging from shrapnel impacts, knife wounds, gunshot wounds, several laser scars, and a nasty dippled patchwork of a scar low on his left side where he had taken a burst from a needler pistol around fifteen years back; to most people, he looked every inch the battle-scarred veteran. As far as he was concerned, the patchwork of scar tissue was the occupational hazard for continuing to do his job.<br/><br/>Closing his eyes for a moment, he considered the details of the 'transaction' Perkins had explained. "Okay, let me get this straight; We're 'selling' our captive, and the damaged or destroyed battle suits we collected from that mission a few months back to the Dragoons. You know that, on ethical grounds, this is hinky as finding a Neptune-Class Submarine in the middle of a desert. As for double-dealing by letting the GDL take the undamaged battle armour, when that regiment is one of the first to actually re-implement combined-arms tactics, well... if I didn't know better, I'd think you might actually have an investment in stopping this 'Clan' invasion in its tracks. Though, we are getting paid twice, aren't we?"<br/><br/>He paused, then frowned at the other two. "Now, if you're doing something akin to double-dealing and shenanigans, I'm going to have to point out that, regardless of how much cash you have in-pocket, you do not want to fuck with either of those two mercenary forces; both have been known to hold grudges when it comes to unethical dealings, and sometimes those grudges involve explosive charges on Dropship engines. So, considering I like my body in one piece, and not senverted into submolecular slurry by having a Union-class pancake from ten or so kilometres up, I'm going to reccomend that you be upfront and honest with both the Dragoons and the Legion; at the very least, inform the Dragoons that you're selling the captured armour to the GDL."<br/><br/>He scratched his chin, grumbling slightly at the feel of the rapidly-thickening stubble on his cheeks and chin. "At best, you get a bidding war, and a pile of dosh. At worst, you lose out on one or both trades because some people are hardasses and don't much like being on either end of a bidding war. Now, instead of nattering about this as we can bang on until hell freezes over, why don't you give me the Battle Damage Assessment, and the actual debrief, instead of you yelling at everyone but me, Walt?"