Rusk quickly scrambled back through the entrance tunnel with none of the grace he had used on the way in. Fitz buzzed along behind him as if to guard his rear. Once on the other side, Koran greeted both with his lazegun and tazer drawn.
Fitz followed Rusk out of the entrance tunnel flying in erratic circles-his version of a full belly laugh. "It's not that bad," he laughed. "There's no sign of anyone, but the cache has been pilaged completely. Looks like it is eels and blackberries for your dinner tonight!"
Risk sighed, "what was all the fuss then. You really scared the piss out of me there."
"I know. I know." Fitz continued his erratic circling. "But you know better than to follow in without checking with me first. It's against protocol. And the cache was breached."
Koran impatiently watched what to him was a silent exchange. "Well, what's he going on about?"
"The cache has been compromised. Fitz says there are no signs of people, but our supplies are gone."
"Well then, " Koran put his weapons away and returned to where he had been slicing up the eel. "Guess it's a cold dinner for us tonight then."
Rusk got to his feed and Fitz settled onto his shoulder. "We should probably move further downward from the entrance." He advised.
Koran shrugged that shrug that told Rusk he wasn't moving and continued to slice up the eel into long even slivers of pinkish grey meat. He offered a slice to Rusk who sighed inwardly sat down.
"He is such an oaf," Fitz advised Rusk through the helmet, "A big stupid thug. Why do we even hang out with this guy? I keep telling you and telling you. We don't need him. We never did. He's a bastard, a creep, a dirty mother fucker who would step on me if he could!."
"The knat can expand the watch," Koran said as if he had heard the conversation.
"Indeed he can." Rusk answered ignoring Fitz's tirade going on inside his helmet.
The two settled into their dinner of eel and blackberries in silence, at least outward silence for Rusk. Once Fitz's rant, something he did fequently, had burned itself out the two continued their private conversation with Rusk explaining the need for Fitz's help with the watch.
"Fine, I'll work with the stupid giant, but only until my energy gets low."
"Fitz says he'll be happy to work the first watch with you." Rusk told Koran, who grunted in reply.
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