In The Shit

Gunshots hit all around the factory. Shit was leaking from a variety of pipes as Therod and Carut moved towards the sound of gun fire they had become coated in the foul grey liquid. Therod knew no amount of showering would ever make her clean again. Carut seemed not to put off by the crap, but she figured he was putting on a show, as each extra geyser of filth hit them from another pipe she could tell he was feeling worse and worse for it. Carut and Therod had locked up the young terrorists in what was left of their guard station. Therod suggested they just shoot them, Carut decided he didn't want to commit murder based on people being dumb. Therod thought it wasn't murder so much as helping what will eventually come anyway, Carut was unconvinced with the argument.

The gun ship attackers didn't seem to have much of a plan. They were rounding up workers and shooting shit pipes, but that was all Therod could see they had done. The damage to the plant wasn't irreparable it was just superficial and disgusting. That they were incompetent only seemed par for the course for Therod, the job was crap and the people attacking the plant equally crap. Eventually the two of them came upon the group as they were lining up plant workers for an execution, there were six of them from what she could make out. They had their backs to Carut and Therod she looked at him, and then he at her and then they opened fire. Their weapons cut down the attackers without much issue what body armor they had on did not have much rear protection. Therod was going to ask what of the ship overhead when she heard a horrific noise somewhere else in the plant and then an explosion shortly thereafter.

"This job is shit." Carut sounded so crest fallen.

"Shit that pays." It was all Therod had left, the plant workers were happy, but she knew in her heart that no matter how many people thought she was cool, the stink of shit would not wash out of her clothes.