bobgod
Uniting Germany
SWA. THOMPSON The sight of the nectarmen doesn't move Thompson, rather he worries his new comrades don't realize they're nothing more than flies, scavenging for food. He pauses, rifle lazily aimed towards the creatures, his eyes darting around, keeping an eye out for any more dangerous mutations. Thompson awaits the orders of his superior, advancing forward as she barks out orders, aiming his rifle towards the large wooden barn doors. |