[ rojo's set up somewhere - it's hard to tell where, given that the communicator is lying on whatever surface he's sitting on, offering only a view of him as he tends to his rifle and the sky above. he's singing something to himself softly in spanish, and if he's aware of the feed being on, he doesn't show it ( Read more... )

[ the feed clicks on to show a deserted upper court. the view swings around a couple times, slowly, and then there's the sound of someone whistling, soft and low, somewhere off-camera. ]

Man, never seen a place this empty before. Hello? Anybody? ... what a welcome.

[ the camera swings again, this time to focus on the source of the voice. he's not ( Read more... )