Neal takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to get control of himself.
Failing, mostly.]
So what are you? Special forces? Merc? You're not crisp enough to be true military, not for a long time at least. Probably good at what you do--but someone still got the drop on you, disarmed you, and dumped you in the middle of nowhere with a company man, a whole lot of decaying architecture, and ominous warnings written in blood.
[ His smile is back, bright an humorless. ] We're both having a bad day. You're the one who's trying to make it worse.
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[ What is he doing?
Neal takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to get control of himself.
Failing, mostly.]
So what are you? Special forces? Merc? You're not crisp enough to be true military, not for a long time at least. Probably good at what you do--but someone still got the drop on you, disarmed you, and dumped you in the middle of nowhere with a company man, a whole lot of decaying architecture, and ominous warnings written in blood.
[ His smile is back, bright an humorless. ] We're both having a bad day. You're the one who's trying to make it worse.