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Ethan stared at the bottles he had lined up along the edge of the bed. Once they'd gotten to his room, he immediatle claimed it. After all, not only had he slept on the sofa the entire time he and Ripper had shared a room before. Not to mention that it was usually cutomary to give a dying man a last request and his was to sleep in the bed and get so blindingly drunk he couldn't care. Not that he'd vocalised it, he'd just laid down and refused to get up until it was safe to raid the mini-bar unmolested.
So far he hadn't actually managed to get himself to open any of them yet. He hadn't told Ripper, but since before the plane had landed, he could hear it. The Gate. It was calling him like he was a lost child.
And with or without Ripper, he might not have a choice about answering it.
So far he hadn't actually managed to get himself to open any of them yet. He hadn't told Ripper, but since before the plane had landed, he could hear it. The Gate. It was calling him like he was a lost child.
And with or without Ripper, he might not have a choice about answering it.