Dan looks at the torn fabric and then back up at Wade. "Ain't too bad," he shrugs a little before he nods at the coach and makes an effort to take stock of the contents.
Before he does that, however, he looks around at the bodies littering the desert.
He chuckles under his breath, thinking of Butterfield's warning.
More than you can handle.
A pause, to shoot the lock off the cage --
bang
-- and then Dan steps back to reload the gun, eyes on Ben while his hands do the work of putting bullets in the chamber, a grin on his face. He's amused and it shows.
"Did y'see the look on his face when he popped up out of there?"
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Date: 2008-07-08 10:32 am (UTC)Dan looks at the torn fabric and then back up at Wade. "Ain't too bad," he shrugs a little before he nods at the coach and makes an effort to take stock of the contents.
Before he does that, however, he looks around at the bodies littering the desert.
He chuckles under his breath, thinking of Butterfield's warning.
More than you can handle.
A pause, to shoot the lock off the cage --
bang
-- and then Dan steps back to reload the gun, eyes on Ben while his hands do the work of putting bullets in the chamber, a grin on his face. He's amused and it shows.
"Did y'see the look on his face when he popped up out of there?"