Utterly Mad

"Ahem, well, excuse our mighty organization for not being up-to-date on such....rustic locales, militiaman. And I'm not sure what your tone is supposed to convey with that sentence, "why we're all really here." I'm pretty sure we're here for the same reason we're always here. To put some pressure on the locals, get some names, find some people, put bullets in those people, and locate what they've stolen." Loach recited casually, fanning away the cigarette smoke heading his way offhandedly with a gloved hand. He seemed to adapt quite well to a situation he apparently knew nothing about twenty seconds ago.

"And I don't care for the question-dodging going on here. And let's just say that no, our organization doesn't have an idea of who it might've been. You live here, correct? So, I'm gonna go ahead and guess that you might have some inkling of a clue when it comes to pointing fingers at which shitbirds just might've stolen a shipment of weapons from a large military organizatio-" Alas, he was cut off by the Lieutenant, who burst out the door just as Loach was finishing up his sentence. With a little grumbling due to his monologue being cut off, Loach headed on in after his new CO.