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allbedestroyedThis couldn't have happened at a better time. Things were as in control as they'd ever been. A reality that is sure to be shattered sooner rather than later, but one that makes it incredibly easy to leave behind for a bit. Try as he might not to show it, Muldoon can tell that Hammond is a little relieved at the prospect of getting a break from the warden. Muldoon cites 'personal matters' as an excuse for the suddenness of his departure, and his boss doesn't question it overmuch. After all, it's not like Muldoon has taken much in the way of leave for the past few years.
Once work is in order, he just needs to gather his supplies. Weapons mostly. He's relatively certain the African bow and spear will be dismissed as too fragile by his new acquaintance, but they're what he's got and they pack a bigger punch than one might expect. His trusty hunting rifle at least looks sturdy.
Having thought everything through several times over, there is only one thing that he remains somewhat uneasy about. He's used to his clothes, to wearing the practical shirt, shorts and long socks that allow him to deal with all the unpleasantness swamps and jungles bring. The idea of wearing anything heavy is the least appealing aspect of this whole endeavour.
The deadly monsters he's quite looking forward to.
So it's only with minor trepidation that he returns to the designated rendezvous point. Thankfully being a seasoned traveller, his pack is light but for the weapons he's brought along.
Once work is in order, he just needs to gather his supplies. Weapons mostly. He's relatively certain the African bow and spear will be dismissed as too fragile by his new acquaintance, but they're what he's got and they pack a bigger punch than one might expect. His trusty hunting rifle at least looks sturdy.
Having thought everything through several times over, there is only one thing that he remains somewhat uneasy about. He's used to his clothes, to wearing the practical shirt, shorts and long socks that allow him to deal with all the unpleasantness swamps and jungles bring. The idea of wearing anything heavy is the least appealing aspect of this whole endeavour.
The deadly monsters he's quite looking forward to.
So it's only with minor trepidation that he returns to the designated rendezvous point. Thankfully being a seasoned traveller, his pack is light but for the weapons he's brought along.