<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/5-Sigourney-Weaver-Alien-3.jpg)</div><br/>“Right folks lets get uselves a fackin boof or samfing or go apstairs ta sort out what we plan on doin’ vers no blaady point on as rannin’ abaat like ‘eadless chickens.”<br/><br/>Storm paused and took another swig from her booze, and then coughed and sniffed. “Now I ain’t sayin’ I am a fackin’ great leader, bat every squad needs a leader, and I ‘ave ‘ad a bit of time in ve army. Wif squads and staff.” She looked amongst them her grey eyes seemed to darken a little, “Two fings yea all need ta know is I never leave a man be’ind, even if vey are dead. Vat and I burn em …noffin worse than facin’ a rottin’ friend.”<br/><br/>“I am ‘onest and …”with a chuckle she added, “I can cook.” The veteran had made her offer, it was up to them whether they took her up on it. However in her mind they all including her needed to get their shit together to get this group to work. It was then Storm took another swig. "If samone finks vey can do better ven I dont really give a rats arse being leader aint much fan."<br/><br/>