--/-\== USS Chimera ==/-\== The weapons inventory was pretty easy. Whoever did it last had done a good job and everything was in order so It only took a few hours to fully document everything. Once Cortez had finished he noticed that the ODA arsenal had no TR-116 MARK II Sniper Rifles and made sure that fact was included in the report. The TR-116 was his personal weapon of choice. While collecting information for the repair details he kept thinking about the pie that Lieutenant Quiocho landed on his face. It was the absolutely last thing he had expected as he walked out of Walsh's office after just getting promoted. He'd expected things like that from the ODA team, but not from the ships counselor. He promised himself he'd get even. As cortez finished his reports he thought about what Captain Walsh had said and chuckled to himself.. "There is a reason there aren't loads of shops on Bragg gentlemen, this isn't a pleasure boat and I am not about to sit around whilst you lot get soft and lazy whilst we await assignment!" He had heard rumours about Captain Walsh's hard hitting personality when he was initially assigned to the Chimera. He had developed quite a reputation and one person described him as a "cocky son of a bitch". Cortez laughed some more when he remembered that. In reality the "cockiness" that Walsh showed made Cortez comfortable. The idea that his direct commander didn't seem to be afraid of anybody or anything was a great feeling and Cortez could tell the rest of the ODA team felt the same way too. Cortez finished his work and uploaded all the data to his PADD. He checked the time and realized it was still early, so he decided to head over to Bragg for a few drinks before he turned in for the night. --/-\-- A few Minutes Later on SB Bragg--/-\-- The bar was relatively empty and Cortez took up a spot next to a window. As he took a drink of whiskey he stared out into space, lost in thought. "How the hell am I gonna get even with that damn counselor", he said to himself thinking about all the pranks and practical jokes that he'd been apart of through the years. After a few more minutes and a few more drinks Cortez let a grin slowly inch its way across his face. He knew exactly what to do. ==/-\ End Log /-\== Lance Corporal Richard Cortez ODA Weapons Specialist USS Chimera