Right. [Fayt makes a quick pace exiting his room, following Cliff down the hall as he peels open the packaging on his own bar, biting off a corner with a thinlipped look.]
This is going to be messy, isn't it?
[The lack of time, the early hour.... They wanted them out there fast, reinforcements to try to turn the tide of a bad situation, no dout.]
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This is going to be messy, isn't it?
[The lack of time, the early hour.... They wanted them out there fast, reinforcements to try to turn the tide of a bad situation, no dout.]