He can figure this out and run his mouth at the same time. Maximum efficiency.
"He's dead and I want to know who you really are and what you're doing here right the fuck now."
Someone carried Ohio back to the ship, and it very well could've been this... overly familiarly-armored person. He can't remember. Lane and Saunders yelled a lot, that much is sure, but they've seen this before. They knew what to do about it.
It occurs to him that if this guy wanted him dead, he would be by now.
All of this is way, way too much for Ohio to deal with in one day. Night. Fuck. Whatever. The fact he's only just starting to shake a little bit is actually pretty admirable.
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"Agent York is dead!"
He can figure this out and run his mouth at the same time. Maximum efficiency.
"He's dead and I want to know who you really are and what you're doing here right the fuck now."
Someone carried Ohio back to the ship, and it very well could've been this... overly familiarly-armored person. He can't remember. Lane and Saunders yelled a lot, that much is sure, but they've seen this before. They knew what to do about it.
It occurs to him that if this guy wanted him dead, he would be by now.
All of this is way, way too much for Ohio to deal with in one day. Night. Fuck. Whatever. The fact he's only just starting to shake a little bit is actually pretty admirable.