Gapper was hustling down the halls, clutching some shabby leather case the boss gave to him. Apparently it was a passport for some 'Emma' chick. To be honest, he really didn't care, he just knew that John was breathing down his neck. Death Adder was a friendly fellow - easy to get along with and all that jazz - but he still knew how to shoot; and he knows where Gapper sleeps, so he does what he says.
He came across the doorway to the room, where Coral was supposed to be talking to the girl. Sure enough, he saw one of the three women on Ouray. Of course, she was seeing that Phantom freak, so she was off limits. Not to mention she had a bad habit of turning off all the guys on-base in one way or another. Gapper wore a cup most times just to be safe. The other two had similar tactics.
Gapper moved up and tapped Coral's shoulder, passing her the leather parcel.
"It's from the boss," he nods towards the girl, "Guess it's for her."
