"Nothing much," Scooter shrugged."You remember Randy's rant back in Florida about not getting to go anywhere, don't you?" Al smiled."Jeez, yes," she s...ook her head. "He was pissed and trying not to show it." You remember when he ran Lava, and afterwards he yelled, 'The hell with construction, I'd rather be a boatman?'" Oh, yes," Scooter grinned. "Even with everything else that happened on that trip, it was the high point of it for him." I also remember how he had to submit to reality that he'd. I dipped the cloth in the warm water and made quick work of my bath. Once dried and dressed in my original clothes, I sat at the table for an excellent plate of food. I then grabbed my duty belt and opened the weapon cases to determine what to carry today. I debated between an M4 and one of the MP5s while I loaded and holstered my Sig P320 and filled my mag pouches with spares. I opened the duffle with the plate carriers once I decided and pulled out one of the MP5SD’s and grabbed a few spare. I met Peter in front of the hotel and we got into his Limo. In the car besides Peter and myself, was his assistant Jane, and Rachel the makeup artist. Peter explained that we were going to do a pictorial on a boat. He told me that he had a choice of bikini's for me and that I would have to act like a model and just do whatever he wanted me to do. I was pretty excited, I love being on boats and it was a beautiful day.We arrived at the dock and went inside the clubhouse. Peter had rented a room. “Must be less airflow so the air can’t circulate as well.”“No, I mean it’s musty, like there is a lot of mold in the air, not that the air is stale.”“Anything to worry about, Ben?”“Nah. It takes a much higher level dungeon to pose any sort of respiratory threat. At this level it might be a sign of some sort of infected wildlife ... it’s too early to tell, though.”“Alright then. Before we start, I just need to bring something up. It didn’t matter earlier, but now that we’re fighting things at or.