Surprisingly unscathed, Carter pushes aside the door to the bar, lugging something behind him. Dropping onto a bar stool, he swings the item onto the counter.
"Jack, gimme a cold one, will ya'? I could use it..." He sighs, closing his eyes.
"Sure thing," he replies, sliding over a beer.
Taking a swig, Carter admires the loot he earned from his previous encounter with Big Red. Sliding a cleaning rag over his loot, he smiles, his first Big Red kill. The loot wasn't too shabby either: a shiny new M60. Too bad Carter tends to avoid automatic weapons, or this would be something to brag about.
"Hey!" He calls out to the bar's patrons, "Anyone need an M60?"
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