"We're drug dealers now you realize this?" Rolando and Rem were behind a transport containing illicit substances. Therod was the over watch in a small craft overhead. What the new mercenary company lacked in personel they had in spade with regards to left over gear. They were the most well armed four man crew around.
"Yes Rem I realize we're drug dealers, or at least drug associated now." Rolando had made peace with being a bad man, he had made that peace when he signed on with Trezlan again.
"We're not drug dealers, and keep the channel quiet you idiots." Therod cut them off and Rolando drug a finger over his throat and Rem nodded, they'd done a couple jobs already and so they had it down pat to cut their exterior communications when they wanted to talk.
"I'm still wondering why she gets to be in charge, you were a higher rank in the military."
"It's her company, same reason we get the ground duty while she floats up above." The two previous jobs had been fairly boring, leaving Rem and Rolando to get to know each other. They mostly got along aside from when Trezlan would speak up and bother Rem. Rolando felt whatever benefit Rem got out of the transaction having his dad in the man's head was the worst part.
"I still think we should be even leaders here, I mean there are like 3 and a half of us currently working, why do we even have a leadership structure?"
"Someone has to be in charge, trust me, I worked on a squad once where we were all the same rank, nothing ever got done, someone has to be leading, Therod is as good as anyone."
"WHY ARE YOU BOTH NOT ON COMMS?" Therod's shout didn't make Rolando's point very good. Rem shrugged his shoulders.
"Communication failure."
"And its now suddenly working, Rowland I swear to the gods..." Therod was cut off as a truck suddenly cut off Rolando and Rem and gunmen got out and opened fire on them.
"Well at least we aren't bored."
"Shut up Rem." Both Rem and Therod said it in unison.
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