Tillman did not say much on the ride over. His headache was gone and he had rested quite a bit in preparation of the day ahead. He scanned the streets, the people on them, watched in the passenger side mirror for tails. He was alert and certainly suspicious of the man seated next to him, but was more intent on the job at hand. Admittedly, it was also nice to see the outside world again.
"I'm used to it," Tillman grunted as he surveyed the room. His posture was military, his movements calculated as he sized the space up. "What supplies do I get?"
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Date: 2012-01-31 08:34 pm (UTC)"I'm used to it," Tillman grunted as he surveyed the room. His posture was military, his movements calculated as he sized the space up. "What supplies do I get?"