[Wash is probably rolling his eyes under his helmet. Like, ugh, he can't believe some people here don't want to be trapped underground with a bunch of old bones for company. How very fucking unreasonable.]
All right, all right, just give me a -
[There's a loud crunch overhead when Wash locates a weak point in the metal, rusted and decayed just enough to break underfoot. And then there's a louder noise of the metal giving utterly beneath his weight and pouring him straight through the ceiling and into the gravesite, raining dead flowers and clods of earth.]
[Meet Agent Washington: ex-Freelancer, once a highly trained elite military operative.]
no subject
All right, all right, just give me a -
[There's a loud crunch overhead when Wash locates a weak point in the metal, rusted and decayed just enough to break underfoot. And then there's a louder noise of the metal giving utterly beneath his weight and pouring him straight through the ceiling and into the gravesite, raining dead flowers and clods of earth.]
[Meet Agent Washington: ex-Freelancer, once a highly trained elite military operative.]
[Now gracelessly faceplanted into the floor.]