I'm more than okay with trading places, Victor, trust me. Sure your back would thank you too. [ the words don't hold as much as a bite as they could, or as they usually have in the past between them, but if either of them could see the grin he's wearing they might catch on, sharper and more feral than the grin of a man exchanging some friendly banter. he can't help it; he's never had a good relationship with the old man and it's not about to change anytime soon. but he goes quiet afterward, just listens to nate and sully.
when nate finds the journals, he can't help but chime in, pleased at the journals being found, disappointment at nate's discovery that the cintamani stone was never there. figuring out lazarevic's plan makes up for it, and harry finds himself getting infected by the excitement he can hear in nate's voice as he talks, explains things to them. but really, it is exciting - snooping under lazarebitch's nose like this, taking his information, his leads for themselves? who wouldn't enjoy that? he's already climbing out of the jeep, about to say something along the lines of 'fat chance you're leaving me behind' when nate calls chloe back to meet them, until he hears the gunfire.
he doesn't waste any time. he slings the rifle over his back, taking off at full tilt the way nate and sully went. ] Hold on, I'm coming to back you up.
[ he cuts the connection then, focusing on getting to the camp as fast as possible, the sounds of gunfire and yelling in his ear spurring him on. he manages to get there as the battle is getting heated, setting himself up on a cliff overlooking it all and is free of enemy soldiers, taking a breath before he takes his first shot.
down goes one of the soldiers who'd been trying to round around lazarevic's set up to get to nate, a round going right through his head and helmet. he smirks, flicks the connection back on as he lines up another target: ] The cavalry has arrived, gentlemen. You can thank me later.
[ the rifle shot booms over the camp as one of the soldiers firing rockets from the cliff sways, falls limp into the swamp water below. he'd known lazarevic was crazy, but this... these aren't mercs. they operate too well together, use actual tactics, pack heavy artillery. it's like watching a private army at work. that's more than a little concerning. ]
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when nate finds the journals, he can't help but chime in, pleased at the journals being found, disappointment at nate's discovery that the cintamani stone was never there. figuring out lazarevic's plan makes up for it, and harry finds himself getting infected by the excitement he can hear in nate's voice as he talks, explains things to them. but really, it is exciting - snooping under lazarebitch's nose like this, taking his information, his leads for themselves? who wouldn't enjoy that? he's already climbing out of the jeep, about to say something along the lines of 'fat chance you're leaving me behind' when nate calls chloe back to meet them, until he hears the gunfire.
he doesn't waste any time. he slings the rifle over his back, taking off at full tilt the way nate and sully went. ] Hold on, I'm coming to back you up.
[ he cuts the connection then, focusing on getting to the camp as fast as possible, the sounds of gunfire and yelling in his ear spurring him on. he manages to get there as the battle is getting heated, setting himself up on a cliff overlooking it all and is free of enemy soldiers, taking a breath before he takes his first shot.
down goes one of the soldiers who'd been trying to round around lazarevic's set up to get to nate, a round going right through his head and helmet. he smirks, flicks the connection back on as he lines up another target: ] The cavalry has arrived, gentlemen. You can thank me later.
[ the rifle shot booms over the camp as one of the soldiers firing rockets from the cliff sways, falls limp into the swamp water below. he'd known lazarevic was crazy, but this... these aren't mercs. they operate too well together, use actual tactics, pack heavy artillery. it's like watching a private army at work. that's more than a little concerning. ]