If getting shot hadn't done that in, nothing could, and Wash crooked an eyebrow higher before shaking his head again, moving to clear the board with a rub of his hand.

There was a brief pause, his brow furrowing this time before he scribbled out one word, followed by a question mark. Locus?

The mercenary had been the one to bring him here, hadn't he? Yet there'd been no sign, no word, he'd just vanished again without a trace.