Snippet #2267201

Theo took a wary glance at Anna. He looked back at the table when she looked up, Callen having mentioned her. He knocked his finger tips together nervously, listening to Callen and Viktor. Kriss made... the Kriss system... no recoil. M1911 made famous by WWII... Subsonic ammunition... doesn't make as much noise. Hollow points... useless on armor... Good on flesh... He cleared his throat when Viktor finished. "And I-"
Then a plate chinked to the table, porcelain and fine China carrying fish fillet, fish mongie, fish allimo... "Tres bien! Le poisson sent ce que ma mère a essayé de faire. Tourné merde suédois en..."* He swallowed. "Uh... you guys don't speak French, do you? No? Okay..." He sighed while one machine started to serve him. Too bad my one skill isn't useful where we're going.

Then the thing spoke. He felt blood drain from his face as he looked up. "Eh? Well, that doesn't quite put's'n'a great mood, now dusit? Ye'd think 'e'd'a told'a robots'ta be just a tad bit'r optimistic, 'eh?"


*Very good! The fish smells like what my mom tried to make. Turned Swedish shit into...