"You lost him?"<br/><br/>Despite the day's heat, Havel's roughened baritone holds a glacial edge. Never one for a sunny disposition, the Captain's mental pattern had gone from bored to fucking pissed about two seconds after Kettle started babbling, and now he's really ready to start cracking skulls. Clenching his hands so hard behind his back that the leather of his gloves wasn't the only thing creaking, Havel starts in on his rather unfortunate trooper. He never raises his voice for a moment, but with that much venom applied to his words, he doesn't need to to make Kettle wince.<br/><br/>"Let's get straight, here. Two Company Men are out and about. One've Esther's bully-boys gets into it with one, so he stomps him. The other one burns off back to the laager to report, but he leaves his buddy behind." A pause, while Havel focuses on sharpening his thunderhead glare into something truly knee-buckling. "So now I've got no idea where the man who's probably on the wrong end of a lynch mob has got to. I can't help but think that killin' one of Esther's boys is gonna make Gnarly a little unpopular around here."<br/><br/>Rocking back, Havel pulls in a deep breath and sighs it out, completely exasperated. Pacing up and down for a moment, he points at two of the men hanging out by the bikes, playing cards. "Take Geek and Manimal. Find Gnarly. Check the drinkin' holes, check the flop-houses, and if he's got a lady in town, check there too. Roust any Company Man you run into, tell 'em we're on alert. Because you and Gnarly are fuckin' idiots. I want everyone locked and loaded, ready for trouble, but for fuck's sake, do not start anything. I'll deal with the Bitch myself. Where did all of this go down? I wanna start there, see what I can find out from someone who stuck around to see what was what."