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The punch hurt, but the tone in Dusk's voice made Ivan perk up a little. You couldn't see it, but he wiggled his eyebrows at the woman, it was vary suggestive. If not pathetic. The chuckle cut his confidence though, so he decided to shadow Anubis in case he started bleeding again. His co-hort on the other hand..

The second Gotthard was handed the phone, he settled himself down on the floor of the shack. He punched in a bunch of things, tapping and swiping like mad. It really seemed like he was trying hard to contact someone in a complicated manner. He wasn't. He knew no one from Invictus, and even if he did they'd never lift a finger for him, probably. No he was downloading his favorite game-app, Flappy Space Mollusk. He went about playing it while everyone was busy.

Their banter through drew both of the Bulwark officer's attention.

"You guys had a maintenance platoon?", "You guys are hiring?", they spoke in almost unison, although Gotthard had only half heard the conversation. A hissed curse was voiced from him, too. "Damnit I was about to beat my high score.." Ivan ignored him though, focusing on Dusk's non-nonchalant job offer, or at least what he hoped was one. He'd jump at the chance, really. Anything to get them off Terra. "Well, there's also the code-name thing. Not many people want to sign up to have their name changed to something stup-"

Gotthard's howl cut him off.

"My space mollusk! I was about to set a new record for the Terran server! I..I.." He was crying, oblivious to Dusk's question, or Ivan's attempt at desertion.