Heron Lake Plateau I've got news for you, baby. You're looking at The Man.

There we go, that was the spirit!  Maybe Ceara here could even help with the 'lighten these Redhawks the fuck up' initiative that Colt had so kindly taken upon himself.  Was it going well?  No, not really.  But he'd never had much interest in reading the room so who the fuck cared.

"Useful? Alright.  What's the job?"  He could scout later... a trip alone had seemed just the thing earlier, but now, he'd prefer the company.