G.S. Danko - Third Squad - In the Garage<br/><hr/><br/><em>As he (Marcus) approached the main group, he nudged the G.S. playfully and leaned over to not quite whisper.<br/><br/>“Only you.”</em><br/><br/>Riska let out a rude snort, rolling her eyes as she whispered back,” You think you’re<em>so </em>in, don’t you?  Soooo<em>baxtalo</em>. Well, now you’re going to have to<em>work </em>for it,<em>raklo</em>.”  Smirking at Jones, she turned to face the L.T. when he spoke to her.<br/><br/><em>"Negative Gunny, squad let those muzzles cool down. Anyone bring a scanner with them? I want this room locked down ASAP. Once we are secure, check your injuries, patch up and suit back up don't want to be caught with our pants down now that we know we have hostiles."</em><br/><br/>“Affirmative,” Danko shot back, stepping over the body at her feet to begin a sweep of the room’s perimeter.  She slung the shotgun over one shoulder as she moved, intending to have a closer look once the room was secure.<br/><br/><em>"Jones you look healthy, you get watch on that door, big bird ran out of." </em><br/><br/>Riska let out a low chuckle at the L.T.'s selction of guard dog.  “Enjoy watching that door, Mr.<em>Gavvers</em>,” she teased, stepping close to Jones and thumping the side of her gloved fist against his chest plate with a fair amount of force.<br/><br/><em>"I'm going to be performing some battlefield triage or autopsy is someone wants to lend me a hand."</em><br/><br/>“I will Lieutenant, once I’ve made my sweep,” Danko replied.  Glancing over her shoulder, she eyed up the newest members of the squad and mentally added to herself,<em>‘’Cause I sure as hell don’t think that Fields and Cooper are up for that much blood so soon.  Boy looks like he can barely stomach what just happened, let alone see it up close.’</em><br/><br/><em>"Lieutenant, Gunny, Lance Corporal," he called. "When you have a second, I gotta look at those wounds." His tone was almost apologetic. They all had shit to do, but rules were rules.</em><br/><br/>Riska shook her head.  “Negative, Private,” she replied, moving towards the nearest wall.  “I have orders to secure the perimeter and then I need to repair my armor.  The L.T. and the pyro need your attention more than I do.  Just a bad bruise, nothing serious.  Besides, I’d have to drop the harness to remove my chestplate,” Danko paused to give the gun in her hands a loving caress.  “And we don’t want me walking around without my baby, now<em>do </em>we?”<br/><br/>Smiling rakishly at Cooper, Riska turned and began to canvas the boundaries of their location, gun at the ready, just in case.<br/><hr/><em>baxtalo </em>- lucky<br/><em>raklo </em>- non rom man<br/><em>gavvers </em>- policeman<br/><br/><br/>