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Location: <i>KOA </i><br/>
Addressing: Ray Jr<br/>​</div><div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0">
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</div>Alvaro never moved far from Ray as the man made his way methodically through his mission. Like a slow sidewinder, he followed along, an extra set of senses for the young man to see, hear, and gut sense the surroundings. As he watched the young man, all he could think of was how much he'd absorbed from all his lessons.  He was every bit as good as Arturo had was; their differences lying only in their styles. Arturo had relished the fear and death in power while Ray had found the art of the chase. Alvaro was proud of the man and the swift, silent death he brought.<br/><br/>One. Two. Three marks down. Ray was heading for another and Alvaro heard the rifle fired. He paused for a moment to get a glimpse. Three more marks had gone down, but a fourth remained. He whistled out a soft call of a nightbird. One that Ray would know. One of the many Mockingbird calls that made up the loose language he'd developed with Ray. It was a simple series of calls that Ray would recognize and moving, south, west. They both knew the KOA for the way stop that it was and his directions reflected his decision to break under, heading parallel with Ray to catch the still living mark between them. he moved between RVs and trees, keeping silent, keeping cover until he found a place to keep watch for Ray or the mark.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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