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Amos let go when Dimka pushed him away, he moved backward but looked at her with a searching glance. He shook his head and growled.
"Be more careful," replied Amos dryly and narrowed his eyes, "Keep the torch."
He made his way back into the quarters before pausing where Aiden was standing, he nodded his head towards him before continuing down the hallway. He sighed as he slid his body into the bed and lied down, he looked up at the wooden base of the top bunk. He grimaced at how reckless he had just been, Amos swore he wouldn't take action unless thinking beforehand. Aiden had already gone to help, so how was Amos of any use at that point?
This day is going to drag on, thought Amos and sighed. He wished he had brought something to entertain himself, and he still regretted not bringing a knife. He slowly moved his head towards the other two in the room, his interest was caught by the magazine the man was reading. Amos knew that his Glock might not be enough for the expedition, he seriously needed a good assault rifle. He remembered the massive collection of prototypes back at the Army Base and felt like choking himself.
Shit, I so should've stolen one...