"'Bout time that bastard died, what is it?" He asked himself, hoping David could give him some answers.

(( bad effort for a post, but it's late...I'll add more in the morning if I can be bothered ))

Robinson looked around the truck.<font color=yellow>So boys,what are we shooting here?Standard M-16? Or Yugoslavian AK-47's?

David stood up and grabbed his pipe in his good hand. His finger was bothering him and he didn't know he should try to pop it back into place or not.

"Well... I have no idea what it is and I really don't want to stick around to find out..."

David felt unweary about everything now. He didn't know if he was gonna get out of this alive or not. He'd been on the street and been in tough situations, but this... this was just unreal.

"Let's keep looking through this house, upstairs... make sure we don't miss a thing."