That was a good point, Ryan thought. “You have a good point. It’s just our luck that something big might happen anyway, wouldn’t you agree?”  He knew that even in death Thomas still had a lot of tricks up his sleeve. What worried him was not something big happening, but when it would happen. It was rather worrisome that nothing big has happened yet.  Yet at the same time he was relieved, as this gave them time to rest at last. Sort of. It was needless to say that Ryan wasn’t going to get any sleep; he had far too much on his mind to truly feel at ease.<br/><br/>“Exactly. You should be the one resting, dear Eric, not me. I can rough it just fine.” He said when Eric mentioned staying up and looking out for danger. An exit strategy… Eric had a good point about that as well. He didn’t want to admit it, but he, too, had a feeling they were dealing with some heavy hitters and powerful people. Thomas’s plans were involved after all. Who knew what the hell they would be facing. But he knew that was something to be discussed for later, once they got some rest.<br/><br/>Ryan let out a slow exhale, trying to clear his mind. Maybe he should let Eric take over for a bit on second thought. Or at least pretend he wanted to sleep, even though he had said otherwise.<br/><br/>It took Ryan a moment to finally make the decision to lie down and try to relax more. He was still wound up pretty tight. “Hey, do me a favor,” he said suddenly, looking at Eric out of the corner of his eye. His expression no longer held the sternness he used with his men, but something a little more lighthearted. Well, as lighthearted as he could muster through the exhaustion anyway. “When you and Kat finally catch the asshole pulling the strings, let me take a few swings at him.”<br/><br/>He meant what he said. It would feel so damned good if he could get his hands on the one behind all of this. Even if it was just for one or two punches, he’d be satisfied. As long as he didn’t have to get dragged into military business ever again.<br/><br/>-------------------------------<br/><br/>“Oh, I see. You are good for something other than playing mother after all.” Tony snorted, looking over the map carefully. He first read over the code and then he looked at the smudges. It might have looked like someone washed their hands initially, but they were actually placed around strategically. It was pretty clever if he had to say. An old trick that has been passed around for a long time, and one of Thomas’s favorites as well, still very effective in throwing off the enemy; he’d recognize it from anywhere.<br/><br/>Running a hand over his face, Tony said, “Alright. We’ll just follow the closest path, then. The sooner we get this done, the quicker we can go home.” The sooner he could get rid of her as well, he added silently. This was starting to get dragged out longer than it was supposed to. If he didn’t go along with this, and now, this bitch would be the least of his worries.