<strong>Havel</strong><br/><br/>Hearing Morgan's bike on the return, Havel turns in that direction, cracking his knuckles of one hand against the palm of the other, than switching and repeating. Cold sweat's running down his back, and he has to fight down a shiver, since he knows that this is probably his last shot. "There's the Doc," Whiskey says, confirming hopes and fears alike. He can't show it, though, has to keep in control, keep them moving forward.<br/><br/>"Kettle, Gnarly, I'm gonna deal with you two. Later. Drag these cocksuckers off the road." They're on his shit list right now, and he wants everyone to know it. Assigning them to hauling the trash will send that message loud and clear. "Whiskey, Brandy, you're my eyes for now. Rest of you, set Yankee aside and burn 'im." That was standard practice for the gang; enemies get left for the critters, Company Men get burned and scattered. There's always enough gas to make sure the job gets done quick and proper, not that it takes all that much as fast as a corpse dries out in the sun.<br/><br/>Engines shut off and Tom-Tom, One Eye and Lady move around to their given tasks, moving with a solemn quiet. No bickering, no grumbling, and especially no joking. This has not been a good day for the Company, but it's time to move on and refocus. Hearing Ruth's no-nonsense tone, a little more relief trickles through Havel, and he gives her a nod that probably ends up somewhere to one side of her.<br/><br/>"He didn't make it. I thought he might when I sent Morgan, but he just wanted out." Gesturing at himself, Havel beckons the Angel onwards. "King-dick cultist got me in the eyes with some kind of whammy. Want you to come take a look. I'll compensate you for your time and trouble, whatever it is, even if ya can't help me." It's a long shot, sure, and probably she won't even be able to tell what the hell is wrong, but what has he got to lose? Not a damn thing. If he can't see, he can't ride. If he can't ride, he can't lead, or even stay with the Company, and that puts him in the same place as Yankee. If he's lucky, Esther would just kill him instead of keeping him around as some kind of trophy.