“Well vat seems sort of reasonable …ya understand, being stitched ap before I aint so fackin’ prepared ta do it again. “she looked about again at the group around here, yes they looked kitted out ….but being kitted out did not make a good soldier, the woman had seen that before many times. As far as she was concerned it would be easy to be the drunk at least for now. Well actually it would be very easy because she was one and at the present had taken more than a little of the hair of the dog.<br/><br/>“Well vey call me Storm,” She signed her name then, “I just ‘ope you aint fackin’ me abaat.” As she signed her name the woman used her other hand to open a pouch and take out a flask from which she took a long swig.  Anyone that looked would see as well as the scars the black eye she was sporting, it looked fresh.<br/><br/>“So ya want us all to work togevver yeah?” Storm exhaled and took another swig of her booze, then pinched the bridge of her nose; this was a potential cluster fuck. Still who knew the rhyme or reason of the bloody high ups…<br/><br/>Storm bit her lip wondering if one of the items to be retrieved was the poker from up her likely masked arse, but at least was not drunk enough to speak that thought.<br/>