[Archer lumbers in with the rest of them, nothing worth saying, really. They left to get information, and maybe extract a guy - instead they lost one of the few people Archer considers vaguely useful, and replaced her with a furball.]
[He plops down in a chair, his suit still riddled with dried blood and holes from various bullet wounds he suffered fighting soldiers - he hasn't bothered to change yet.]
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[He plops down in a chair, his suit still riddled with dried blood and holes from various bullet wounds he suffered fighting soldiers - he hasn't bothered to change yet.]