[i]"I mean, I don't really care either way. And Sabre probably won't... It's his funeral. But if Damien is correct, which he usually is, Lance is going to be a threat out there for us too... Just make sure when the fear toxin starts flying, you know who you are fighting with."[/i] [b]Rook was a cryptic one... Smart and quiet, with just the right hint of know it all, but what could he mean...? Know who you are fighting with? It was apparent who Ian would be fighting with.[/b] [i]"I always figured we'd get to fifty... At least. Damn me for having big dreams."[/i] [b]Silence merely nodded as Rook gave him a pat on the shoulder, slowly padding away, moving toward the tent he shared with Sabre.[/b] [b]Before Ian could even protest, Silence snatched back the paper and hid the contents back in the envelope, nodding for Ian to check out the tent.[/b]