<div class="floatright">(http://i43.tinypic.com/6t0ili.jpg)</div><em>Up on the boat deck, with Choi, Lee, Johnson, the Navy, and now Klaus Piper</em><br/><br/>"Oh?  Are you gentlemen planning on monopoly... monopolizing all of the time with this big thing?" The German popped up the side of the boat, and vaulted easily inside as the two guys from First Section began wresting the .50 into place into the boat.  "After all, you are not the only ones who know a thing or two about machine-gunnery."  Piper reached down one oversized paw, wrapping it around one leg of the tripod, and the whole thing felt 50 pounds lighter as he helped them get it situated in the bow of the largest of the boats assigned to the platoon. "I will confess, I would not want to make too much of use of this gun, as lovely as it is, for fear my usual playmate would think of me as.. faithless?  Unfaithful?  I think I'm getting close to the right words."  His accent wasn't too thick, when you got down to it, as if he had at least started speaking English earlier rather than later in his life.<br/><br/>As they worked, Piper whistled a few bars from a song, then stopped for a moment as the Navy guys took some measurements to see if the gun was centered.  "Tell me,<em>mien Unteroffizier</em>Lee, and you, too, Johnson- you ask in the briefing if you think Captain Finn expects trouble- bandits, militia, this kind of thing.  Do you think we will have trouble?  Will they give us a fight at the docks?"  He seemed both curious, and perhaps a little hopeful. "I know nothing about what conditions could even be like in the US now, but perhaps you will have a better idea."