<div align="center"><strong>-=Anwar, Mechanical Engineer - The Gamble, Cargo Hold, doing what the Cap'n says=-</strong></div><br/><em><strong>“All the way to the back, through the port side door. Pick one of the singles that ain’t already taken. Stow your gear and come with me if you want to talk over drinks and some grub. Some of the crew’s gonna be there too.” He was in a sour mood and being a little short due to the recent turn of events and the talking down to he’d received from Dani, something he thought better to address when a cooler head prevailed. “Get the lead out, Anwar. I ain’t got all day.”</strong></em><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu156/rage0976/RP%20Characters/jensen_ackles_07.jpg)</div>Anwar cocked an eyebrow at Griff, but wasted no time in heading up to go pick himself out a bunk from those still available.  He paused for a moment, thinking he had caught a glimpse of movement along the catwalk, then shook his head, dismissing it as shadows playing tricks before he made his way to the crew quarters.  Taking a moment, he studied the hallway until he found what looked to be an unoccupied bunk, climbing down into it and dropping his bags with a sigh.  He kicked off his boots, then began to strip out of the jumpsuit he usually wore for work and tossed it aside, finally pulling off the tanktop underneath to discard it as well.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Taking a moment, he pulled the sink out and cleaned up a bit, getting as much of the engine grease off as he could before he dried himself and knelt by his bag to take out a fresh plain white t-shirt, a pair of black fatigues, and his favorite black tactical jacket.  Pulling the clothes on, he was soon clean and dressed, grabbing his boots and slipping into them before lacing them up.  Once he was fully dressed, he started to climb out of his new bunk, pausing to look over it for a moment, giving a slight nod in satisfaction.  This was where he'd be staying from now on.  This was home.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Pausing for a moment, he realized he almost forgot something and returned to his bags to retrieve his sidearm and a few of his blades, placing everything in well hidden locations after getting all the straps in place to secure them.  Climbing out of the bunk, he turned to make his way back to the cargo hold, still quite unaware of what had transpired after he had made his way off the ship earlier, he was soon trotting down the catwalk and looking to the captain, cocking an eyebrow once more as he studied the man to see if his demeanor had lightened any in his absence.<br/><br/>"All cleaned up and ready to go, Captain," he called out as he approached Griff.  "Figured if we're headed to town, best not to look like a grease monkey."  He glanced to the cargo door, noticing there was a bit of blood on it, then he turned back to the captain and tilted his head curiously.  "Did...I miss something while I was out?  Pretty sure there wasn't blood on the floor when I left..."