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Joe looked up in mild surprise, but he didn't move out of his spot. "Umm. I don't know." He looked at him critically. "You do seem familiar somehow..."

Sergei watched the mans face, and listened, carefully. When you're a wanted man, at the height of the Cold War, you start to learn very quickly when someone is lying. You tend to be very good at it too, as it has the certain property of not getting you six feet under, or tossed into a river.

There was nothing. Either this man was an extremely accomplished liar, and could keep his body language and sweat glands in check, or he was telling the truth.

Sergei sighed, and released his grip on the mans shoulder, his arm falling limply by his side. Half-sitting, half-falling, Sergei sat heavily on the stone flags beneath him, warmed by the bizzare sight of the twin suns above him. He remained there for a few minutes, thinking, musing, until he came up with an answer.

"Fine."

He propped himself up with his elbows, and looked at the man who said that he was Sergei's squad leader.

"I'll go along with your story for now, but only because theres no other explanation. I'm sure there's nowhere like this on Earth, or even our solar system, and those roars I've been hearing are, quite frankly, scaring the s**t out of me."

He reached into his jacket pocket, as if he was searching for cigarettes, cursed, and led down. Letting out a long sigh, he ponderously got up from the ground, and stood by the man who called himself Ace.

"Lets get going."

"It's better than sitting around at home and drinking," he returned, then shuddered. "Ten liters of soda. Five hours. Don't do it. Ever. I can't drink root beer anymore, and it's terrible." Apparently sufficiently relaxed, Steven lowered the P-90 to a proper holding position with the barrel ground-ward. A thought passed through his mind. "Oh, right. What are you guys doing? It isn't some insane suicide mission? Or anything that will require me to drink root beer?"

((lol It's okay. I perfectly understand the powerful lure of a good video game. xd ))

Chibi wasn't entirely sure whether or not she liked the idea of having this third person on the team, but what the heck? She'd roll with it. "This'll be kind of like the month I spent in that village of dragon hunters about half a century ago, except this time I'll have help," she remarked, looking between her two new teammates. "...I sure hope things won't go quite so badly, this time around..."

((Sotako? ;__; ))

"Well, let's just say that the month I spent there... was actually only supposed to be a night," Chibi replied, biting at her lip a bit. "They, uh... Thought they could use me as bait to draw out more than one dragon a week, and, well... Their plan went a little too well, that last night..." Why did so many people have to hate dragons so much? It would be so much easier if they just looked at them like other people; some are good, some are bad. One thing did continue to surprise her; very few people questioned her about the fact that she looked like a twelve-year-old little girl. Maybe she'd get used to it, eventually...