Voodoo grunts a noncommittal grunt as he walks around the wreck, watching every step. "No signs of explosives. These guys might've been smart, but they weren't trained."
He steps down into the gully and walks along it, looking along the bottom. A brass shell casing glints in the sunlight, and he bends to pick it up, rotating it in his fingers before holding it up for the others to see.
"Five-five-six," he says. "Looks clean, too. Almost new. These guys were squared-away with their ammunition."
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Date: 2013-02-23 11:13 pm (UTC)He steps down into the gully and walks along it, looking along the bottom. A brass shell casing glints in the sunlight, and he bends to pick it up, rotating it in his fingers before holding it up for the others to see.
"Five-five-six," he says. "Looks clean, too. Almost new. These guys were squared-away with their ammunition."