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Adrian nodded slowly as Viktoryah spoke, warming a small degree towards her. 'Am I actually liking this child?' His mind boggled at the thought, and said, "10 lives for every bullet." It was his favorite, and most accurate, quote about the cannon in his arms. He looked down at her weapons, and was unimpressed, but decided to wait until she had shown him how well she could use them. "To each his, or her, own," he whispered to no one in particular.

Feeling the BTR's sudden stop, he quickly retrieved a 20mm bullet from his vest pouch, one that was completely covered in a black paint. "All pirates shall fear the Black Spot," he whispered, his face twisting into a mask of madness for a few heart beats, before settling back into his normal, bored expression. Cocking the chamber, he exposed it's inner chamber, where he placed the bullet tenderly, after giving it a gentle kiss. He then cocked it again, sealing it in its chamber, and hefted the RT-20 in his arms. When the door opened, he held the cannon as though it were a spear, and charged outside.

Staring about, Adrian searched for a place to set his cannon down. A position where he could enjoy taking out as many people, and vehicles, without being disturbed for too long. Finding none, he looked around for his squad, and found Viktoryah huddled against a wall of a building several yards away. He charged her then, keeping his head down, his cannon, held like a spear once more. A few feet away from her, he spun to his left, narrowly avoiding her by a few inches. "Viktoryah," he said quietly, "Will you come with me? Be my spotter while I start picking off the enemy and their vehicles?" His mind began to wonder why he asked this, but it faded away when training and instinct took over once more.