[Okay, okaaaay, that was good news. Tucker lowered the sword by degrees, adrenaline still coursing through his veins; that's what happened when you were on minimal sleep, bare rations, and constantly being cornered in a temple by a bunch of assholes who wanted to murder you dead so they could make a cheap grab at alien tech.

No wonder Tucker was sent out here, and thank God, Junior was back, somewhere safe.]

So, Church heard it finally and got his head out of his ass?

[He missed him. He fucking missed him, missed Caboose, missed the Reds. Blood Gulch had been paradise in comparison to what this place had to offer: isolation and real death. Anything had to be better than this.]

How do you know they're coming? How do you know us at all? Who the fuck are you?