[For a man who's had sex in the last eight hours, Harry sure does feel something when he eyes Rafe from the corner of his eye. The shades hide it, at least, but...hm.]

Oh, I sent out word to everyone but security. It was already a bloody shitshow from the, ah, ambush. I think they shat a collective brick. Dig team is in order, though.

[Cathy has been so useful for so many reasons, but disseminating information without actually doing it is up there on that list. Luckily, language barriers already split the crew, so it was child's play to keep security out of the loop. All he can hope is things go easy from now on, and no actual ambushes happen while he's out.

But enough about business. Business can wait the fifteen minute drive.]

D'you get me those biscuits and whiskey I asked for?