[ that was probably the reason wash had caught up to him at all - the fact that he was injured. he'd been glad to know that, when tucker had told him about the fight at the communications temple. at least it wasn't a fully healed locus.
he ignores that pulse, ignores the creeping sense of heat that climbs up his spine. wash figures out exactly what it is the closer he creeps to the foothills, but - a man so used to denying himself such things, it's easy to push aside at first.
the sweat trickling down the side of his temple, less so.
he broadcasts, short range, on all frequencies. ]
I know you're out there, Locus.
[ he just has to hope the man responds... and doesn't comment on the rasp in his voice as wash creeps through the underbrush, rifle in hand. ]
no subject
he ignores that pulse, ignores the creeping sense of heat that climbs up his spine. wash figures out exactly what it is the closer he creeps to the foothills, but - a man so used to denying himself such things, it's easy to push aside at first.
the sweat trickling down the side of his temple, less so.
he broadcasts, short range, on all frequencies. ]
I know you're out there, Locus.
[ he just has to hope the man responds... and doesn't comment on the rasp in his voice as wash creeps through the underbrush, rifle in hand. ]