More black ops bullshit. Riley fights the urge to curse at them both. No doubt this was off the books, so far into the black nobody will ever admit to a damn thing. But then, Pope and his people are always into some bullshit. Even in the early days, there were rumors.
He cups a hand to Carver's face, feeling the heat of the fever. The way that Carver closes his eyes and presses into it, even though they're being watched.
It's bad, then. Carver's barely coherent, it seems like. Shock, or exhaustion? Something worse?
The dog whines. She presses her wet nose into Riley's hand.
"Okay," Riley says, very calmly. "What'd you do to him?"
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Date: 2024-06-19 02:02 am (UTC)He cups a hand to Carver's face, feeling the heat of the fever. The way that Carver closes his eyes and presses into it, even though they're being watched.
It's bad, then. Carver's barely coherent, it seems like. Shock, or exhaustion? Something worse?
The dog whines. She presses her wet nose into Riley's hand.
"Okay," Riley says, very calmly. "What'd you do to him?"