( nate don't much strike him as an older sibling. more like the younger one come up in someone's shadow, so. that slots in neatly alongside what he already knows, an' gene ducks his head some. takes a slow, thoughtful drink of that hard liquor. funny thing, how it's gotten smoother than what you could find in all the bars in london town. modern processing techniques makin' things better than battery acid an' then some. he shakes his head with a smile, an', in a tone that's softly teasin', )
So, then what? Can't keep a fella in suspense like this, it ain't polite.
[ It's the smooth and easy smartass remark that Rafe can't help but toss back, the kind that would almost be flirting — if the guy sitting across from him looks to be near half his age. Shame, really. He might've been something given another ten years.
But Rafe makes sure to prove his point, dragging out the moment with another slow swallow before he deliberately sets the glass back on the table. He flashes a knife-edged smirk and then finally continues on. ]
Then came Panama. The guy points us towards this Spanish prison from the colonial days and the last mailing address for Avery's first mate. Only issue was a modern max security establishment had gone and grown up around it. So in order for us to get to where we need to go, I greased the right palms and we let ourselves get picked up. Dropped right in where we need to go and nobody but the warden wiser for it.
[ Going with the brothers had been a near thing, an argument that Rafe had only won when pointing out that he hadn't paid anyone yet and wasn't about to without getting his feet on the ground same as them. Nate had rolled his eyes then but Sam had settled them both — not happy about the situation, but not stupid enough to argue with the money that would get them where they all wanted to go. Or with a guy crazy enough to want a stay in a Panamanian prison when he didn't have to.
Sometimes he wonders what might've happened had he listened. How much would've turned out differently. The what-ifs that inevitably follow before Rafe shuts them down with the fact that they probably would've just taken the money and run as soon as Rafe took his eyes off them. ]
The cell's right at the top of the tallest tower, still barely standing after those hundreds of years, and inside we find the next piece of the puzzle. [ Easier to frame it as a we, easier than to explain how he'd been left to wander the yard while Sam gambled his cigarettes away and Nate got to scramble up and see it all for himself. ] A cross, inlaid with gold and silver and— This is where it starts getting real interesting. It's hollow inside.
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So, then what? Can't keep a fella in suspense like this, it ain't polite.
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[ It's the smooth and easy smartass remark that Rafe can't help but toss back, the kind that would almost be flirting — if the guy sitting across from him looks to be near half his age. Shame, really. He might've been something given another ten years.
But Rafe makes sure to prove his point, dragging out the moment with another slow swallow before he deliberately sets the glass back on the table. He flashes a knife-edged smirk and then finally continues on. ]
Then came Panama. The guy points us towards this Spanish prison from the colonial days and the last mailing address for Avery's first mate. Only issue was a modern max security establishment had gone and grown up around it. So in order for us to get to where we need to go, I greased the right palms and we let ourselves get picked up. Dropped right in where we need to go and nobody but the warden wiser for it.
[ Going with the brothers had been a near thing, an argument that Rafe had only won when pointing out that he hadn't paid anyone yet and wasn't about to without getting his feet on the ground same as them. Nate had rolled his eyes then but Sam had settled them both — not happy about the situation, but not stupid enough to argue with the money that would get them where they all wanted to go. Or with a guy crazy enough to want a stay in a Panamanian prison when he didn't have to.
Sometimes he wonders what might've happened had he listened. How much would've turned out differently. The what-ifs that inevitably follow before Rafe shuts them down with the fact that they probably would've just taken the money and run as soon as Rafe took his eyes off them. ]
The cell's right at the top of the tallest tower, still barely standing after those hundreds of years, and inside we find the next piece of the puzzle. [ Easier to frame it as a we, easier than to explain how he'd been left to wander the yard while Sam gambled his cigarettes away and Nate got to scramble up and see it all for himself. ] A cross, inlaid with gold and silver and— This is where it starts getting real interesting. It's hollow inside.