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Amadeus doesn't turn towards the Sergeant but hollers back to him. "No fear of zat Sergeant. Everyzing about zis operation so far has been decidedly uncomfortable."

Unaccustomed to being called such, Seamus, for the first time in his life, is at a loss for words.

But not for long.

"All is not well, I fear. None of our tin cans are in the sky. For a raid this long, that's highly unusual."

Seamus' eyes widen and he bolts from the window, back to the basement. He slams the door behind him and braces himself against it, breathing hard. He remembers himself and turns to the group again. He pulls his suit downward to straighten out the creases. "Yeah, raid's still on." He walks...

"I may be a stubborn Austrian but I know vhen I'm in over my head," Amadeus wrings his hands in anxiety. "Let me know if anyvun needs help. Ozervize I'll keep votch." He takes position opposite Tom to cover more visual area.

Surprised and more than a bit nervous, though he'd never admit it to the rest of the group, Seamus hustles to the nearest window to see what he can see.

Seamus mockingly bows and goes to the hatch. As he undoes the door he yells behind him, "I don't think it so odd to want answers. The alarm sounded an age ago and there were no bombs. Unless the planes have been circling all this time, there were no planes in the first place. Now Hilter may be...

Amadeus scrambles for a free paddle.

"Ha! Fancy hearin' that from a Brit!" Seamus chuckles yet again. "Believe you me, I ain't brave by any stretch but something just isn't right. When have you known a bombing raid to last this long without any actually fecking bombs?" He pauses for emphasis. "I'll just peek m...

Seamus delivers yet another infuriating laugh in response to the tension. He looks towards Benjamin, "Only one way to tell, pops." He gets out from under the pew and smirks at Archie as he passes. He approaches the exit and turns around, "I doubt anyone would object. Perhaps it would...

Amadeus shifts to the opposite side of the craft. He shouts though his words are muddled with the roar of the surf: "Climb back in fellas. I should be enough counterweight. Zere iz enough bratwurst and shnitzle in here," he pats his belly, "to avoid uz all going into ze drink."

Seamus laughs to himself and shakes his head. He finds the whole thing rather ridiculous. "My apologies everyone. Didn't realize your God was so sensitive. Would he be offended if I insulted the devil himself?" He reads the disgust in the room and raises his hand to silence any would be s...

Obviously, it wouldn't make sense for my character to be in charge but I figured I'd share my availability all the same: I can post at least once a day, sometimes more. Work can get sporadic with periods of little to do and be swamped the next day... life of a teacher. So my posts may be a bit all o...

Seamus winks at Laura, "Darlin', why don't ya come down here?I'll keep ya safe. I promise." Sleaze drips from every word.

Seamus dives for the nearest pew waving to those still looking that there's more room.

"So you can luft that waffe straight up your bum!"

Amadeus shudders at the prospect of entering frosted wasteland outside, but addiction calls. "Vell I suppose ve better get used to zis type of veather." He holds out a cigar to Smalls . "Zat vas pretty good by ze vay." He smiles and nods his approval... though Amadeus has never ...

Based on my character bio, Amadeus would know that he's not in charge since he's out of his element. However, he probably isn't used to taking orders so strictly. I don't think this would cause outright conflict but definitely some ruffled bristles. That's kind of already happened, which I love by t...

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