The season of Italy }{ Tag: Achilles

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"Amen"

Biagio had been studying the bible all day and was unwinding to get himself ready for sleep. He read the Timothy's and was putting it down and checking on his weapons. Shotgun loaded just in case something happened. Knives on stand by bed in sheath. There was really nothing else to do before he slept, but it was still early, so he decided to see if he could get any seasoning made.

After gathering up the herbs and anything he would need to get them mixed well, he got to work. Mix this, flatten that, and many other steps to create the seasoning he would need to enjoy his fish even more. He put his seasoning in a container and stored it in his seasoning bag, a simple messenger bag down sized and adjusted to hold his seasonings. The bag was placed in his under his bed before Biagio went and sat down at a table, preparing for a prayer while everyone else slept.

[Achilles Jones]

"Amen."

"Amen indeed Sheppard."
Achilles' voice could be heard from the darkness just beyond the Sheppard's hatch.

Achilles stepped into the man's room and spoke some more.

"Tomorrow's gonna be full, of lots of action, combat and danger, get your weapons ready, your spirit ready, and your bible."
Achilles chuckled hard while saying the last part.

"Get yourself ready for tomorrow and as much sleep as possible Sheppard."

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"Well then I suppose you have found a new way to make us even more wanted."

Biagio stood up and went over to the shotgun and started to polish it, slowly and carefully. He prided himself in keeping it as shiny as clean as he was, for a mans gun tells as much about the man as anything else. "And anyways, sleep is overrated when you aren't tired. It's just a way to waste time then."

Getting up he went over to his bed and pulled out a bag which held a single slice of pizza. He pulled the slice out and eyed it as if he was about to start a duel with it.

[Achilles Jones]

"Well then I suppose you have found a new way to make us even more wanted...

And anyways, sleep is overrated when you aren't tired. It's just a way to waste time then."

"I wholeheartedly agree with that statement, sleep is overrated when one is not tired."

Achilles took a death breath and then let it out.

"I don't think one can get more wanted then Rouge Operative of the Parliament, however... I think we're mostly in the clear. To put out a warrant for my arrest, they have to admit that I exist, and what my crime was... and THAT would mean they'd have to admit the Operative program exist and what it is exactly.

I don't see that happening any time soon."

Achilles turned and walked out the hatch he came in, and spoke again as he got there.

"I just want you to not be tired during the operation. Tired people make mistakes. Mistakes get people killed."

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"I just want you to not be tired during the operation. Tired people make mistakes. Mistakes get people killed.

True. And mistakes also get yourself killed, on occasion. But don't worry, sleep doesn't usually effect me anyways.

Biagio quickly stuffed the Pizza into his mouth, no matter how cold it was. It was the only way to get his mind off of the matter of death, and bring him back into his world. He quickly got rid of the dreary eyes and put back on a neutral face. Anyways, what is happening tomorrow, if you don't mind me asking. I thought we were on a longer trip then that?

Biagio walked in front of Achilles and went over to his room, where he leaned by the entrance. He tinkered with his simple fishing line cross necklace, his main thing from the New Melbourne church. I need to find a way to meet up with other chaplains. So, what is it? I'm not going to stop until I know. Biagio made a quick prayer for it to not be something that would make HIM more wanted then looked back up, ready for an answer.

[Achilles Jones]

True. And mistakes also get yourself killed, on occasion. But don't worry, sleep doesn't usually effect me anyways...

Anyways, what is happening tomorrow, if you don't mind me asking. I thought we were on a longer trip then that...

I need to find a way to meet up with other chaplains. So, what is it? I'm not going to stop until I know.

"Well... we have a grab and bag tomorrow. The payment is whatever we can salvage form the target.

I do not intend for you to fight unless you wish it, but be prepared to defense the ship... you might have to repel boarders if you stay during the operation."

Achilles turned towards him one more time and spoke through the bedroom hatch.

"Are you going to be able to handle that, preacher?"