Redsand Canyon I will not leave France without her.

Well, Donovan, pleasua' to meet you. He offered with the charming smile of a polite salesman. At the proposal that Ken would be watched closely, the man shrugged his shoulders casually. It didn't matter to him; he wasn't a spy, held no allegiance. The only thing they would have to worry about would be his exit, and even then- there was little use for him in any information gained here. It was just another pit stop. Plain and simple. That's fine by me, Don. Perfection. He uttered simply, cool gaze turned forward to the canyon again.