Snippet #1313496

This...is...fucking...weird. That's what Anselm was thinking as they stood their in a straight line. He, for his part, also stood to attention, though it was less out of a desire to look like a 'respectable soldier' than out of being at a complete loss what else to do. And the rhino of a man standing in front of them looked like someone who could either seriously grind their asses into the sand for the next 24 hours...or else be the one person to show them how to stay alive (possibly by grinding their asses into the sand for 24 hours...).

Keith stood in the middle; Anselm and Tegan on his right, Thalia and Sam on his left. He had his thumbs tucked into his belt, and a slight smirk on his face. Not a real smirk, it was just the way his face sat naturally. The new commander didn't scare him so much; he'd seen uglier in the swamps. But like Anselm, he knew that their chances of survival would be better if they at least listened to what he had to say. At the very least, he'd point them in the direction of the buffet...

Anselm looked across at Sam and Thalia; something had changed in their faces - they actually looked like a team, ready to do a job. Damn, he thought, if they're setting the bar then I guess the rest of us better damn well step up. He also noticed that Keith didn't seem to have a gun on him; probably hadn't had the chance to grab one before jumping. With any luck he'd be able to grab one later, but if he could weild that machete half as well as he could blabbermouth, it may not be such a problem.

The ugly guy glanced at them each in turn. Clearly he knew there was one more person to arrive.