[i]"Lopez, he should be over in th' watchtower by the barracks, off to the west. I'll catch up with y'all in a little bit, just tell him I sent you." JT returned to sitting in the desk, analyzing the maps and a few logs from before he had left. When Shila arrived beyond the barrack pit, she would find Lopez sitting atop a wooden watchtower, staring out at the ocean beyond. He didn't have a scope or anything, rather the bald-headed Spaniard man was literally staring over the horizon, scratching at the goatee on his face. [/i]