Hey - [It's a voicemail this time around - Nate's voice is in a hush.] I thought you'd enjoy this, but Sully's got some swamp crap in his hair, and he looks ridiculous. You're not here so you probably won't believe me, but that's the beauty of these phones.
So I took a picture for you.
[In the background, there's a loud voice: "You comin', kid? You're the one who's supposed to be in the lead"] I'm coming, I'm coming! Geeze, since when are you the impatient one?
[ sure, he didn't exactly expect victor's trust - he and the old man had never exactly gotten along. (he was damn perceptive for his age. he'd always made harry feel uneasy, the way he saw through the bullshit without effort.) he hadn't been surprised when the old man had kicked up a fuss about him coming along, but he'd have to be even more senile than he already was to think flynn was going to let himself be left behind when they were seeking out shangri-la and dicking over lazarebitch on the way. there'd been protests, arguments made both by nate and chloe, and finally victor had relented.
except now harry's stuck babysitting the getaway car while nate and the old man go ahead, blow lazarevic's camp and get the info. it's hot as hell out here, and while at first it'd seemed like a blessing to not have to move in the damp heat, harry had gotten bored out of his mind. fast. not to mention twitchy, sniper rifle propped against a shoulder and eyes watching his surroundings for any signs of movement that weren't friendly faces.
there's books and notes scattered across the jeep's seats, things nate had left him with in an attempt to make harry feel more useful. a vain one, but kind of cute that he'd tried at all. either way harry's left tapping his feet against the vehicle's floor, listening to the conversations going back and forth across the channel, mostly nate and victor bantering with the occasional interjection from chloe. all he has to do is wait and it's the most godawful thing he's ever been put through. he bangs his head back against the headrest of the driver's seat, hums quietly to himself to break through the sounds of the jungle around him, some inane tune he doesn't pay attention to. just waiting. ]
[ It took more effort than he thought it would to convince the old man to let Harry come along, but then again it was Sully and Flynn - what did Nate expect? Still, he's glad for this outcome, as strange as it is. He brings the Brit into the conversation time and time again, remembering that he's there. Being left out of the action is hard enough, Nate figures that so that might explain the consideration.
Other than that, it's the usual witty banter with Sully as they go along setting the bombs, the comments from Chloe about Lazarevic, and everything else. Occasionally, the gunfire over the frequency gets a little too loud and close but it manages to quiet down. They're closer to the camp (you always follow the hose) and it's around this time that he catches onto that, raises a brow as he looks up, as if that's where the other is.]
Uh, Flynn? You okay there? [His pants are wet, that's just great. A sigh as he trudges forward, leading the way as Sully follows after.]
[ - oh, right, he hadn't shut the channel off. his eyes open when nate speaks, huffs at the question, as if the answer should be answer enough. he shifts, sits straight and adjusts the rifle against his shoulder, taking another look around his surroundings. ]
Besides bored out of my mind? Bloody brilliant, mate. [ he shifts again - god, these seats are really uncomfortable - and drums his fingers against the rifle. ] What about you and the old man? Has he thrown his hip out yet?
[ yeah, he's totally expecting reprisal for that one, if sullivan's listening in. better a brief argument to break the tedium before he goes out of his head just waiting around for them to get back. maybe staying behind would've been better, if he's going to be stuck in the getaway car every time after this. that or he's going to have to ignore victor's arguments, because there's no way he's doing this again. ]
Glad to hear you're still in piece, Flynn. We're doing just fine - nothing we can't handle. As for Sully.. [There's a laugh from Nate and a grumble from Sully, considering he can hear the other over his own earpiece. Waving the other off, Nate keeps his head low as he walks forward, counting down to the inevitability for the argument. They've set the last charge, so they're heading towards the main camp now, ducking under a few branches.]
Wiseass as always, ain't he? And next time, I'm the one in the goddamn car.
Yeah, yeah... [A small eyeroll as they rush forward, pressed against a log that overlooks the real camp, with the set-up. There's Lazarevic and Chloe, more than a handful of soldiers scattered around. Peering through his binoculars, there's a small grimace and sound as the big giant man who can probably snap Nate in half with his pinky stabs some poor bastard, shouts at some of the others.
How about we really ruin this guy's day?
And the charge goes off, simple as that. Lazarevic and crew go running off and Nate goes on ahead, disables the guards left behind and looks through the table of papers, maps and notes pinned to the board. He shifts through the papers - a breath in and Nate really... 'freaks out' over what he finds. The journals of Marco Polo, the maps, the locations of - of Shambhala, of all places! Nate, you gotta get out of there. He waves off the speaker, shakes his head. 'Give me a minute, Sully-'
You don't have a minute! Nate's head whips around to find the guards and he rushes to get low, grimaces.]
Oh, crap.
[ The gunfire that happens right after is a big hint that they're outnumbered, and it's not looking good. Snipers, RPGs? What kinda guy are they messing with here?]
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. ]
[Nate's still pressed against a wall of the building, hands covering his head as the wood splinters around him, torn apart by the bullets that are trying to get at him. A few of them manage to grave him but really, when hasn't that happened? Then something bursts into chunks nearby and he has to peek his head out to see what's the source. Rockets, really? Shoving himself back down behind the wall, he thinks of what to do, fires off a few shots at least when he notices some of the sentries getting too close to him. What to do, what to do.
Bang. He jerks forward when he hears a shot ring throughout the camp, takes in a few breaths to realize that it's one of theirs, noticing the sudden thump nearby as a result of it. There's relief on his face at that because his eyes immediately go to where the source is, voice reading loud and clear over the airwaves.
About damn time, Sully chimes in from his end. There's another shot from the Brit and one more from Sully who's on the nearby cliff, and Nate can see a path. A small grin and he jumps over the barricade, moves to get to a safer spot.]
Harry Flynn, you flawless bastard. [Which of course, can be read as 'thanks'. And it's nice, knowing that his back's being watched on two different sides as he makes his way to Sully, getting ready to regroup and meet for that higher ground he was talking about earlier. He's not that concerned about what kind of guy Lazarevic is, because if they don't get caught, then why should he? ]
Almost... [Pulling himself onto a cliff face, he fires a few more rounds, ducks behind some sandbags. A glance to Harry on his right, then Sully on his left and he fixes his earpiece. They've managed to lower the number of guards around, and it's only a matter of time before more show up, so logic says...] What do you say we get out of here, guys?
I am more than all right with that plan. Sounds like a sensible one, for once. [ there's a smirk for the jab as he slings the rifle over his shoulder, observes the area once more. there's a lot of bodies and more than a little destruction, and he frowns a little, considers the implications. he doesn't like this, not at all, and he can only be thankful that chloe's going to be breaking off from lazarevic to meet with them. he'd had a bad feeling about the man from the start, why does he never seem to listen to that any more?
he turns away, follows victor and nate to the cavern indicated by lazarevic's notes and the map on the wall. he flashes chloe a smile when she joins them, letting her drop into the cave ahead of him, squinting against the dark and slivers of light filtering in from above. ]
Regardless, Nate's breathing a little easier when they get away from the camp and rendezvous with Chloe. It's good to see that she hasn't been found out, and that she's still in one piece so he's continuing into the ruins, leading the way for one reason or another. It's mild comments before they make it to the drop, and then he looks over to Flynn at the comment - the sigh from Chloe and the silence on Sully's part make it hard not to throw an eyeroll into the fray.]
Cute. You forgot your flashlight, didn't you?
[ And while he's keeping his excitement to a relatively moderate degree, he can't help the little bounce in his step. He drops down, turns and waits for the others before continuing on, turning on the light clipped to his belt. There's more idle banter as they continue along - Chloe talks about the skeletons scattered about with the least amount of disgust for it, Nate comments on how their teeth are all black. As if that wasn't foreboding, he continues deeper into the underground.]
There's gotta be a clue around here somewhere... Whoa!! [Ducking low at the bats, definitely ducking low. In the next room though, he's spotting something really familiar. It gets him back up despite the fact that his heart's beating out of his chest at that sudden surprise (he can still hear the bats in the distance), and then Nate's crouched down by the assortment, making a motion for the others.] Hey, I think I found something.
—In here. [And he's standing back up, a torch on hand.] Mind giving me a light, anyone?
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meanwhile, on the phone -
during borneo; now with the proper journal!
and water. and being wet
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So I took a picture for you.
[In the background, there's a loud voice: "You comin', kid? You're the one who's supposed to be in the lead"] I'm coming, I'm coming! Geeze, since when are you the impatient one?
[His voice is soft again.] Enjoy, Flynn.
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borneo;
except now harry's stuck babysitting the getaway car while nate and the old man go ahead, blow lazarevic's camp and get the info. it's hot as hell out here, and while at first it'd seemed like a blessing to not have to move in the damp heat, harry had gotten bored out of his mind. fast. not to mention twitchy, sniper rifle propped against a shoulder and eyes watching his surroundings for any signs of movement that weren't friendly faces.
there's books and notes scattered across the jeep's seats, things nate had left him with in an attempt to make harry feel more useful. a vain one, but kind of cute that he'd tried at all. either way harry's left tapping his feet against the vehicle's floor, listening to the conversations going back and forth across the channel, mostly nate and victor bantering with the occasional interjection from chloe. all he has to do is wait and it's the most godawful thing he's ever been put through. he bangs his head back against the headrest of the driver's seat, hums quietly to himself to break through the sounds of the jungle around him, some inane tune he doesn't pay attention to. just waiting. ]
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Other than that, it's the usual witty banter with Sully as they go along setting the bombs, the comments from Chloe about Lazarevic, and everything else. Occasionally, the gunfire over the frequency gets a little too loud and close but it manages to quiet down. They're closer to the camp (you always follow the hose) and it's around this time that he catches onto that, raises a brow as he looks up, as if that's where the other is.]
Uh, Flynn? You okay there? [His pants are wet, that's just great. A sigh as he trudges forward, leading the way as Sully follows after.]
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Besides bored out of my mind? Bloody brilliant, mate. [ he shifts again - god, these seats are really uncomfortable - and drums his fingers against the rifle. ] What about you and the old man? Has he thrown his hip out yet?
[ yeah, he's totally expecting reprisal for that one, if sullivan's listening in. better a brief argument to break the tedium before he goes out of his head just waiting around for them to get back. maybe staying behind would've been better, if he's going to be stuck in the getaway car every time after this. that or he's going to have to ignore victor's arguments, because there's no way he's doing this again. ]
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Wiseass as always, ain't he? And next time, I'm the one in the goddamn car.
Yeah, yeah... [A small eyeroll as they rush forward, pressed against a log that overlooks the real camp, with the set-up. There's Lazarevic and Chloe, more than a handful of soldiers scattered around. Peering through his binoculars, there's a small grimace and sound as the big giant man who can probably snap Nate in half with his pinky stabs some poor bastard, shouts at some of the others.
How about we really ruin this guy's day?
And the charge goes off, simple as that. Lazarevic and crew go running off and Nate goes on ahead, disables the guards left behind and looks through the table of papers, maps and notes pinned to the board. He shifts through the papers - a breath in and Nate really... 'freaks out' over what he finds. The journals of Marco Polo, the maps, the locations of - of Shambhala, of all places! Nate, you gotta get out of there. He waves off the speaker, shakes his head. 'Give me a minute, Sully-'
You don't have a minute! Nate's head whips around to find the guards and he rushes to get low, grimaces.]
Oh, crap.
[ The gunfire that happens right after is a big hint that they're outnumbered, and it's not looking good. Snipers, RPGs? What kinda guy are they messing with here?]
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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. ]
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Bang. He jerks forward when he hears a shot ring throughout the camp, takes in a few breaths to realize that it's one of theirs, noticing the sudden thump nearby as a result of it. There's relief on his face at that because his eyes immediately go to where the source is, voice reading loud and clear over the airwaves.
About damn time, Sully chimes in from his end. There's another shot from the Brit and one more from Sully who's on the nearby cliff, and Nate can see a path. A small grin and he jumps over the barricade, moves to get to a safer spot.]
Harry Flynn, you flawless bastard. [Which of course, can be read as 'thanks'. And it's nice, knowing that his back's being watched on two different sides as he makes his way to Sully, getting ready to regroup and meet for that higher ground he was talking about earlier. He's not that concerned about what kind of guy Lazarevic is, because if they don't get caught, then why should he? ]
Almost... [Pulling himself onto a cliff face, he fires a few more rounds, ducks behind some sandbags. A glance to Harry on his right, then Sully on his left and he fixes his earpiece. They've managed to lower the number of guards around, and it's only a matter of time before more show up, so logic says...] What do you say we get out of here, guys?
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he turns away, follows victor and nate to the cavern indicated by lazarevic's notes and the map on the wall. he flashes chloe a smile when she joins them, letting her drop into the cave ahead of him, squinting against the dark and slivers of light filtering in from above. ]
Rather dark in here, isn't it.
[ captain obvious, anyone? ]
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Regardless, Nate's breathing a little easier when they get away from the camp and rendezvous with Chloe. It's good to see that she hasn't been found out, and that she's still in one piece so he's continuing into the ruins, leading the way for one reason or another. It's mild comments before they make it to the drop, and then he looks over to Flynn at the comment - the sigh from Chloe and the silence on Sully's part make it hard not to throw an eyeroll into the fray.]
Cute. You forgot your flashlight, didn't you?
[ And while he's keeping his excitement to a relatively moderate degree, he can't help the little bounce in his step. He drops down, turns and waits for the others before continuing on, turning on the light clipped to his belt. There's more idle banter as they continue along - Chloe talks about the skeletons scattered about with the least amount of disgust for it, Nate comments on how their teeth are all black. As if that wasn't foreboding, he continues deeper into the underground.]
There's gotta be a clue around here somewhere... Whoa!! [Ducking low at the bats, definitely ducking low. In the next room though, he's spotting something really familiar. It gets him back up despite the fact that his heart's beating out of his chest at that sudden surprise (he can still hear the bats in the distance), and then Nate's crouched down by the assortment, making a motion for the others.] Hey, I think I found something.
—In here. [And he's standing back up, a torch on hand.] Mind giving me a light, anyone?