"Sounds good." Four hours gave them time to get stuff done and have something to report on. Wash picks up his own rifle and the wicked set of knives that are pretty much the nicest things that he owns, custom made and balanced for his hand.
He swings himself up onto the back of the mongoose, leans over to squeeze York's shoulder. "Ready."
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He swings himself up onto the back of the mongoose, leans over to squeeze York's shoulder. "Ready."