He looks around wildly, checking to see if this is real, or if there's any people around and part of his brain is telling him that the place is still probably under surveillance. But...Christ.
He gets off the bike and stares out across the land. This had always been his favourite place, there's huge amount of acreage for a start and it's in the mountains, a couple of hours above Bogota but there's a hell of a view if you know where to go.
And he does, and he will. Because it's home.
He turns to Random and grabs him, holding him in an almost crushing grip. 'You brought me home...'
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The ranch.
He looks around wildly, checking to see if this is real, or if there's any people around and part of his brain is telling him that the place is still probably under surveillance. But...Christ.
He gets off the bike and stares out across the land. This had always been his favourite place, there's huge amount of acreage for a start and it's in the mountains, a couple of hours above Bogota but there's a hell of a view if you know where to go.
And he does, and he will. Because it's home.
He turns to Random and grabs him, holding him in an almost crushing grip. 'You brought me home...'