<div style="text-align: center">《 Ray Jr 》<br/>
<i>Location: Abendblume<br/>
Addressing: Alvaro </i>​</div><br/><br/>"Gods word, eh? That how dad is justifying this one? What did she do?" Ray asked with a snort. "They should have just been dealt with. If they didn't retaliate now, they would have in time. Armando is too trusting. Too fucking proper." He shook his head and sighed. He was frustrated and angry. Like Alvaro, he thought things should have been handled differently.<br/><br/>"Does Miss Sou's destination line up with the route out to KOA? That's where they were headed, apparently. Sounds like the opportunity is guaranteed." He was certainly counting on it, and for Alvaro's help, it would be worth it to wait just a few more minutes. Ray could be hotheaded and rash. Alvaro was teaching him a more methodical way and he was an eager learner.<br/><br/>Ray sat down, bringing the tactical hunting rifle around, flicking the safety off, to pull the bolt back and catch the chambered round with his fingers. He depressed the hinged floor plate to collect the other cartridges, counting them before reloading the weapon. He flicked the safety back into place. Satisfied, he moved on to count the number of rounds in the AR-15 magazine. It was a combination of Armando and Alvaro's teachings. Making sure he knew how many shots he had, even if he was familiar with what condition Alvaro usually kept his weapons, and the weapons themselves. Assumptions were dangerous when you were going after things that could shoot back.<br/><br/>"Dad has always been telling me to take initiative. To branch out and do my own thing. He's getting older. Running this place is hard on him. I just need to do my part and help him shoulder the weight," Ray told Alvaro as he was finishing it. His father would never ask things of him. He never had. He wanted Ray to be the man he was at his age, taking risks and getting shit done. Ray wanted to make his father proud.