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Christopher's natural talent for fading into the background had done him wrong, this time. He had not been chosen. A special mission separated from the only available feminine companionship? Christopher was not terribly thrilled. Still, whatever it was, it would probably be a lot more interesting than this Bogville B.S.

Which was a bad thing. Of course.

He supposed it was just as well. On these missions, he would have to pretend to be a failure, and while in the presence of a lady he preferred to remain at his most impressive. Upon overhearing the bit about having to swap in for shoddy weapons, he thought, Yeah, right. His current sword was shoddy enough without having magical nerfs. He hoped he would be able to get away with taking his own knives and other assorted items. He had a nice sledgehammer that would work well as a weapon. If hassled about it, he could just say it was a "tool".

Speaking of tools, he was beginning to get rather irritated at Redjack, Kier, and their budding belligerent bantering. He was disappointed they'd hadn't been picked for the same team, and thus the chances of them killing each other on their first mission were now nil. Such a shame. It would only be a matter of time before they were whipping out their pricks for a pissing contest and otherwise cultivating an image of vitriolic sexual tension.

And speaking of sexual tension...Christopher had noticed Annalee's blush. It had been particularly bright. He hoped this wasn't a sign that she was into the ladies herself. At least not completely. He wasn't really in a mood to be dealing with that sort of block on his amorous ambitions.

Again.

He coughed. "So, uh. Boss. I guess that leaves me over for the special mission?"