[There's a few long moments where Harry just stares at the ceiling of the tent, wondering if moving is worth it, but he eventually heaves himself back out of the chair with a tired groan. The brandy certainly is good incentive, and he snags one glass on his way past Rafe to the table.
A moment later, he plops a pile of papers down in front of his boss with a tight smile.]
There you are. [He swallow a mouthful of brandy, closing his eyes while he savours something that wasn't brewed in bottles meth was probably made in.] The findings, a few notes one of the girls took, suggestions. It's all there.
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A moment later, he plops a pile of papers down in front of his boss with a tight smile.]
There you are. [He swallow a mouthful of brandy, closing his eyes while he savours something that wasn't brewed in bottles meth was probably made in.] The findings, a few notes one of the girls took, suggestions. It's all there.