Coral served everyone a bowl of soup before snagging her own and chowing down. Goose leaned over his bowl and inhaled deeply, sighing happily before he began eating also. Coral was a surprising good cook. Conversation started about the Seattle Seahawks and soon everyone was badmouthing the local team. Except for Conda, his comments were limited to grunts or shrugs. Just before everyone was finished, Goose stood up and cleared his throat. Everyone quieted down and looked at him. It was time for introductions, he thought.<br/><br/>"Alright, everyone, this here is Temple," he began. "Temple, you already know Coral and Conda. Boa is the tall, thin guy over there. He's the other cook and mechanic. Viper is the Oriental chick with all the knives and what not. She runs the spy missions. That burly black man is Mamba, our resident mechanic. Serpent is the 98 pound dude trying to hide behind Mamba. He's the tech whiz. Finally, Cleo is the short, curvy Mexican mamacita sitting by Coral. She is our trader and seamstress. She can sew one hell of a mean dress while she cheats you blind. Good thing she is on our side. Oh, also, our newest addition is downstairs. His name is Mouse and no one goes down there unless I approve it."