Battle Hymn of the Republic

WELP, I'd like to bring Hector Constantine back in.

Hey, hey you guys....we moving the marine plot along? :S

John had a sneaking suspicion that Lolita wanted to shoot him in the back, almost like a chill when you think you're not alone in your cozy room with the lights off. He shook it off and concentrated at the task at hand. He cleared his throat and stated over the comms, "We're heading towards the...

"Whatever....sir," grumbled Hector. He continued in a much cheerier voice, "Let's go make us some lizard smashers! Hahahaha! I need to find me some tape!" Despite the lack of heavy projectile weapons, Hector was quite looking forward to the melee weapons he could make. "Liza...

"Squad, there's two ways that look like a good deal. Right takes us to some light, but left is supposed to be an emergency exit. Let's go!" whispered John over the comms. John was hoping that they'd get out of the spooky place and come back with some reinforcements to find out what happene...

"Well, sir, we wouldn't be steamrolled if I had a heavy weapon. And on a brighter note, we'd have three heavy weapons between Asher and myself just for little miss pancake's pleasure. Trust me gal, the shit they pumped through me didn't just make me taller and stronger. I could probably lift yo...

John nodded in thanks to Lolita and quickly took a peek inside hoping that there weren't any evil blobs or zombies or....no better not to think about freaking stuff. He needed to keep his head level and stay focused. He had already pissed enough people off so he needed to do his job.

"That's a damn shame. If and when I find my extra one, I'll give it to you. To hell with certs. A man has to have four things: a big fuggin knife, a full butane lighter, a nice gun, and a good cigar. Then he's set to go into battle. A nice lookin' girl is a plus too, but sometimes you don't fin...

Hector chuckled, "Aye, I've got my certs for the heavy weapons, at least. Why do you think I'm so damn big? As for cigar certs, couldn't give a damn. I'm gonna smoke 'em in the midst of battle whether I can or not. Helps me kill the bastards better, at least that's what I tell myself. You got a...

"But sir, I'm out of grenades. Also, I could use a new belt, I seem to have lost mine," stated Hector jokingly. He checked his weapon over for any damage and made a rage-ridden request, "any large weapons laying around? I mean, LARGE WEAPONS , ones as large as me! This puny shit isn't...