[ With a nod, Maine accepts that condition and turns his back on Wash. Slips his helmet back on as he moves to collect his belongings — the knapsack with his name on it and the silver briefcase that he'd killed for.
(Save for the metal dataport at the base of Maine's skull, the back of the big Freelancer's head is bare. "Metastability" isn't a word he knows, let alone a concept that would dominate his life.)
There's a moment spent debating how to best carry everything. Then Maine scoops up both briefcase and knapsack in his left hand, takes his pistol in the other — he'd prefer the Brute Shot, but it's easier to keep that on his back — and turns to Wash with another nod.
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(Save for the metal dataport at the base of Maine's skull, the back of the big Freelancer's head is bare. "Metastability" isn't a word he knows, let alone a concept that would dominate his life.)
There's a moment spent debating how to best carry everything. Then Maine scoops up both briefcase and knapsack in his left hand, takes his pistol in the other — he'd prefer the Brute Shot, but it's easier to keep that on his back — and turns to Wash with another nod.
Lead the way, Wash. ]