[Seeing his enemies fail spectacularly is Harry's #1 pleasure in life, and so seeing Rivera being artfully torn a new arsehole is nearly erotic. Harry watches with barely restrained glee and after Rafe leaves, he leans over the injured man's cot to tell him that, oh, that wasn't the locals. Whoops.
Harry follows Rafe to his tent, unsure if this is going to be a work night or something else. Really, he'd just like go talk new plans and where he can start going into the ruins proper. He wasn't built to oversee archeologists, or security, ot anyone but himself. Christ he can't wait to go back to just caring about himself.]
They're better shots than those bastards back there, at least. [He snorts, heaving himself into a Rafe's desk chair. It's been a long, long day.] and if you pay them enough, I'm sure they won't care we're desecrating graves.
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Harry follows Rafe to his tent, unsure if this is going to be a work night or something else. Really, he'd just like go talk new plans and where he can start going into the ruins proper. He wasn't built to oversee archeologists, or security, ot anyone but himself. Christ he can't wait to go back to just caring about himself.]
They're better shots than those bastards back there, at least. [He snorts, heaving himself into a Rafe's desk chair. It's been a long, long day.] and if you pay them enough, I'm sure they won't care we're desecrating graves.