Entry #39: Ammo!

Slimeballs. All a bunch of slimeballs. Yep. So we worked with Irish again, against our better judgement, and met his friend, "Shaky", who was little better. Several large gunfights and many dead men later we got the ammo and rode off with Irish, who refused to take any part in the combat whatsoever. I think he may have some moral thing against killing people. It looks like we're at last ready to attack the fort, though, so hopefully we'll be able to say goodbye to this motliest of motley crews soon.