Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160326001252/@comment-29559990-20160401000025

Jager, meanwhile, was conducting some spring cleaning on his home. He was shuffling around at the cockpit, trying to rearrange everything that Gunny had moved around, from weapons to food to his logs. Oh, and the bronze statue of a squirrel in a scuba helmet. Looted that off of one of his contracts in Indonesia...

As he was searching around, he did find one thing that had been left in tact. It was a '5 x 7' picture frame, the border being an elegant design made of plastic and painted in gold. A tiny bit of dust had collected upon the surface, but he didn't really have the means of blowing it off anymore. In the center, behind the smudged glass, was a picture with 2 people in it. One of them was a woman with long black hair, laying down on a gurney that was propped up so her upper body was supported. She had a joyous smile on her face, and was looking down at a small bundle of blanket in her arms. Standing over the bed was another person, a man, with a scruffy beard and short hair, looking down at the same bundle with a smile.

The bounty hunter let out some sort of noise, most likely a sigh that was distorted by his voice emulator, and just looked at the picture for a while. He had plopped down in his seat, and just stared. He flipped it over at a while, to see the log chip that was still held there by a piece of tape.

"Least I still got that," He said.