Erich simply sighed, watching the various mechwarriors dissolve into bickering as they began to disperse, making sure everyone heard his final promise; it wasn't a parting shot, and from the dark tone in his voice, it was clear that he was long past the point of joking. "Okay, fuck it. Next time there's a meeting, I'm bringing a Heavy Gyrojet rifle, and will kneecap the first person to speak out of turn."<br/><br/>Standing up, he walked into the kitchen, taking a container of sealed fruit juice from the refrigration unit, and indulging himself with a long, slow sip, before muttering to himself, not caring if anyone overheard him. "I'm probably going to kill Walt for this. Maybe two months cooped up in the same tin can will make them work together. Or, they'll kill one another, and I can sell their 'mechs for a profit, and retire to some semi-tropical planet populated by pretty ladies."<br/><br/>Taking another drink, he placed the bottle of juice back in the refrigeration unit, then headed out towards his small room. Even if the other members of the company were going to get sleep, he wouldn't; the veteran had plans to think up.