[Wash walks in with an air of authority, but not one of aggression, hands held up so they don't fire.]
They're making a run for the weapons locker. There's no way you can hold them off alone. Give me a weapon and I'll help you. This is why Jorgmund has me working for them in the first place.
[One of the soldiers, knowing Wash is supposedly their plant among the New Hires, and not knowing that he regained his memory and totally has it out for them, hands Wash an assault rifle.]
no subject
[Wash walks in with an air of authority, but not one of aggression, hands held up so they don't fire.]
They're making a run for the weapons locker. There's no way you can hold them off alone. Give me a weapon and I'll help you. This is why Jorgmund has me working for them in the first place.
[One of the soldiers, knowing Wash is supposedly their plant among the New Hires, and not knowing that he regained his memory and totally has it out for them, hands Wash an assault rifle.]
[Wash says brightly:] Thanks!
[And then immediately shoots said soldier.]