Snippet #1583313

Amadore sighed a breath of relief and ventured into the Veteran's office. To say he felt small when around the other man would be an understatement. But he wouldn't allow himself to loose face. Taking a seat in the none too comfortable, oversized chair in front of Gallagher, Amadore cleared his throat.

"G'day Sir... Can't say it's good or bad, really. It's mostly things I heard from the Local Rag as I came into work today. Heaps of sticky-beaks yabbering 'bout "Two white haired people -one freaky tall and the other with odd yellow eyes- spitting they aren't Mutants". Lemme tell ya this Gallagher, almost every bugger I passed was going yonks over this. I couldn't gather which way they headed... Do these description's match a thing we got on Mutants?"

Amadore was leaning forward in his seat as he explained it all to his boss. He was getting excited, there just had to be something here. Either that or it was a pair of teens into dyeing their hair. Not that he was one to talk. His red hair was like a beacon. "Sir, if there is a chance that we'll be dealing with Mutants then I want to bust a gut with the rest of group that heads out. My assistant told me our newest weapon is polished off. I'd love to take it for a ride." It was hard, he couldn't hide his excitement. The hunt was on. A wide reassuring smile spread across his face.

Amadore smoothed out his bandana and contemplated whether to ask the chief his next question. Normally Gallagher selected the teams to head out, but Amadore knew he needed people he could work with well if he was going to test Arachnids Nest. "Sir... If ya allow me to head out. Would ya mind if I picked the team? With the explosives I'm packing I can't keep an eye on too many people."

He knew exactly who he wanted to ask to accompany him on this mission. Lyra was a reliable partner, she was smart and wasn't too rash like many others tended to be on the field. He could use her knowledge on this expedition. Maybe even Gallagher would want to join along.