Dean inhaled deeply and appreciatively, rolling the smoke around his mouth before exhaling gently and regarding the glowing tip of his cigar as if it contained all the answers to all the questions in the universe...
The crash of falling masonry and his brother Nico yelling for him to get up and start blasting snapped him out of his reverie and back to his day job - shooting the people Luthor told him to shoot. Life could be worse, eh?
The brothers from the front (Dean on the left with the stogie):
And from the rear - those pouches are full of rolling baccy:
Group shot so far, ready for some enhanced bartering:
I'm pretty pleased with the ensemble effect and will hopefully be able to finish the other three (who are fairly well advanced WIP) by Thursday so I can go and play pretendy-fun-space-games with some of the other OGRE lads on Friday, chez Erny. I am slightly concerned that never having played a laser gun game (except Space Hulk) before might hamper my otherwise inevitable victory...
I'll let you know how it goes,