What followed was muted, sharp and short rapports of metal tool against errant bolts and various sections of the engine being opened up, repairs being done here and there at a slow and steady pace. Liman climbed towards the interior of the hood more, tip-toeing to reach further in. Wires are unspooled and burnt out cables replaced, shieldings re-calibrated and the cylinders cleaned up and fixed. Not much dialogue was exchanged between the sergeant, who is listening to a pop-song through an earbud and the private, who is doing one final check.
After a moment, the private pushed herself off the engine and closed the hood, removing the hatch holding it up and lowering it gently. She looked at Osvald, who swiped away a notification that popped up on the screen.
"Sir?", she asked. "Yes?", he replied.
"...Can we go home, sir?", she asked again. The sergeant took off the earbud nestling in an ear, and paused. "I don't know, private.", he replied curtly.
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всегда верен"...Sir?", Liman asked again. "Yes, private?", he replied as he gets back to his phone. "Can you get off the jeep, sir?", she asked as she walked to the side of the car, getting to the driver's seat.
"Oh, right. My bad.", standing to the side as the engine sputters, coughs and then comes back to life, giving out a steady hum muffled by the compartment of the engine. The private smiled as the sergeant whistled and gave a thumbs up, to which she gave another of her own. She cut the engine off and closed the door, wiping her hands clean with a rag. On seeing Asmodeus, both assumed that the person waving to them is part of the crew that are hosting them at the moment, and they replied in kind.
Both waved back, Osvald taking off the earbud and Liman nodding towards Asmodeus.
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всегда веренBoth blinked under their respective masks, with the sergeant smiling for once and looking at the younger of the two. "Stellar work, as always. Private.", motioning towards Asmodeus with a small discreet motion of his head. Liman's face flushed a little and she fidgeted, nodding at Asmodeus while pausing a little.
"Likewise, ma—ma'am. It is something I...feel comforting to hear as well.", giving a content sigh. "Its relaxing, and calming too."
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In the hangar, the private is bent over the hood of a jeep almost twice larger than she is with the help of an ammo crate as a step ladder. The hood of the vehicle is open, smoke pouring out and up from the open compartment. The sergeant is leaning casually against the side of the vehicle, a toolbox on his feet and his fingers on a PDA connected to the car by cables on the device's bottom.
Around the back, the backdoor is open with the step ladder extended from under the rear bumper of the jeep, and several more toolboxes, ammo and equipment crates lays scattered about the place. A rather impressive dual-barreled gun with mountings and spare parts is laid across on one of the equipment crate, the breech and ammo catch melted through such that you can see the other side through a hole and one of the barrels bent back towards where the gunner would use it.
"S-Sir?", Liman asked without looking up from the engine compartment, one hand inside a bent mechanism and another holding the hood up just in case. "Yeah?", Osvald replied without looking up from his phone. "Wrench, please?", came the request. Without saying much else, he took a wrench from the toolbox and passed it to her, whereupon she continued back onto her work on the engine.
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