<em><strong> Norton 'Gizmo' Law</strong></em><br/><br/>He heard the Sarge give a command and jumped up quickly with a squeaky “Aye, sir”. As he followed Senjo to the sentries, he slung his shotgun over his shoulder to help her with the breakdown of the guns. She gently laid a hand on his arm as he was about to move in, and kindly shook her head<em>”I would be better assisted with some cover-fire while I deactivate the guns, Gizmo.”</em>He stared at the arm on his, then back at her for a brief moment<em>”Yeah…sure, I can do that”</em>giving her space to move, and himself space to fire if anything happened.<br/><br/>His eyes scanned the corridor while his shotgun faced the grilled floor. Wide encompassing cover-fire was supposed to be Rome’s job, so he couldn’t imagine he got hand-picked for the honor. Absently, his eyes moved over to watch Senjo work. It was like watching the most meticulous kid in the world put away their toys. Every part a place, and a place for every part. He had to appreciate that…the ability to put things in order, to know how it was all supposed to go down. He’s lost that particular feeling a long time ago. The only thing still keeping his world in order was an idea of family that was slowly fading with each cryo-sleep. Sometimes all time did was make wounds deeper.<br/><br/>Senjo must have noticed his gaze, as she finished up the first gun; she threw out a casual<em>”All clear, Gizmo?”</em>which broke him out of his reverie. Straightening up as much as possible, he gruffed up his voice some as he reported<em>“All clear on my end, Senjo. On to the next gun?”</em>With a nod, she took the sentry gun with her, like he’d take a lunchbox, and that only made him shake his head that much more. He was about as useful as year-old antivirus software right now, and if he knew that, she was sure to know it too. Strangely, that didn’t stop her from making sure he was in position to cover her, before she broke down the last gun. If she was humoring him, at least she was doing a good job of it.<br/><br/>Arriving back in the Town Hall, He made sure to report to the Sarge that the guns were present and accounted for, and were still working within parameters. After that, he did a final check of his own gear, and strapped his mini comp to his forearm, in case it was needed. Best thing he ever did for this smaller unit was give it a thinly layered armored case he had made from discarded breastplates of M56 armors. He refused to have a computer that wasn’t at least as tough as he was. Once he was ready, he moved in line to await further orders. Apparently they had a meeting to get to.<br/>