<strong>Lance Corporal Benjamin Mathias - 3rd Squad - Uneasy.</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Besides, mine's bigger and you're in front of me.  But I tell you what, when we get back I'll buy you a beer so you can cool that fire down a bit.  Deal?"  </strong><br/><br/>"Deal.  Just so long as you know it'll take a gorram<em>lot</em>of it."<br/><br/>Mathias turned a cautious eye towards the vents, stopping his advance for a moment to listen without the distraction of the servos whirring in his suit's joints.  For a moment there was just the utter silence, the gentle hiss of the flamer, and his own slow breathing.  They'd given the escaped hostile plenty of time to get well out of the way, and he surely knew the layout of the colony better than them, but it was still disconcerting to find an absolute absence of any and all activity.<br/><br/><strong>"Maybe you should buy it something nice, then," she suggested, "like a new ring, or some special handcream?  Or maybe a manicure.  I wouldn't want you to catch something important and irreplaceable on a hangnail."  </strong><br/><br/>Danko couldn't see it, but a wicked grin had spread across the Lance Corporal's face.  One of the many perks of wearing a full helmet was being able to make all the lewd faces he wanted towards the rest of the squad, with none of them the wiser!  Of course, he didn't tell<em>them</em>that.<br/><br/>"I dunno Gunny, I ain't too partial for rings.  Maybe a nice diamond-studded barbell, whadya think?  Speaking of, wasn't that a show on a few years back?  '<em>Pimp my Dick</em>'?"