"Uncle says we're supposed to clear out the undercroft. Take prisoners if we can, kill only if we need to. You want to lead it?"
Navarre, Chat is finishing up his smoke. He tosses it on the ground and grinds the butt into the dirt with the front tip of his steel-toe boot.
"What's up, Navarre? Good to see you doing better man. I heard how you fucked those pansies in the balloon thingamajig up. That's some hard shit. Glad to have you here. My men'll be a lot more confident."
He snatches his rifle up by the barrel taking it from its leaning position against the stone wall and starts walking down, into the undercroft.
"We've set up down here. It's tight. If gunfire breaks out, won't be many places to take cover. How you wanna do this?"