Hefting his glass gas gun, up, Cliffjumper frowned at it and missed the look Mirage gave him - he really needed something else since it took the glass gas a moment or two to kick in, and then it'd either need a laser blast or two or a good punch to actually do damage. Maybe---
"Hey, why the slag n--- Uh, right." Grimacing, Cliffjumper shook his helm and waved a hand at Mirage to hopefully forestall any snarky comments about what classified meant. "Classified, right. Stupid fraggin' scrap." He couldn't quite mute his suspicion, but it wasn't... precisely, aimed just at Mirage.
More like at spec ops and their spying in general, because while he knew it was, technically probably very necessary, spies and the sneaking around and the secret missions just twisted his wires.
"Whatever. Do ya got another gun besides the rifle?" Cliffjumper asked after a huff, having to accept the 'classified'. There were things he'd push about, argue and yell, but he was enough of a soldier by now to accept the 'classified' - even if he was suspicious.
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Date: 2014-05-17 01:42 pm (UTC)"Hey, why the slag n--- Uh, right." Grimacing, Cliffjumper shook his helm and waved a hand at Mirage to hopefully forestall any snarky comments about what classified meant. "Classified, right. Stupid fraggin' scrap." He couldn't quite mute his suspicion, but it wasn't... precisely, aimed just at Mirage.
More like at spec ops and their spying in general, because while he knew it was, technically probably very necessary, spies and the sneaking around and the secret missions just twisted his wires.
"Whatever. Do ya got another gun besides the rifle?" Cliffjumper asked after a huff, having to accept the 'classified'. There were things he'd push about, argue and yell, but he was enough of a soldier by now to accept the 'classified' - even if he was suspicious.