Abrasure.

[Rodent]

Bolevara listened, taking sips from his glass from time to time. His mouth turned upwards in amusement at their talks.

"Very dramatic, you two."

He said in a voice laden with sarcasm.

"I prefer to let my actions do the talking."

Jeremy's dedication to his family had struck a chord in Bolevara though. He hadn't contacted his familia on Crete for...a long time. For a short while, he was reminded of easier times, a young corsair hunting for glory and prey, so that the night would be filled with celebration and drinks and whores...

He shook his head. His youth had passed, and his days as a corsair had ended. He could not deny it still defined him as a person, but there were more important things to take care of.

"The houses don't regain their senses, they'll pay. Can't say I'm looking forward to that infierno...."

Looking at Hunter, he was suddenly and sharply reminded of an generic intel report he had read a few hours earlier.

"By the way, Hunter. Seems like your madre enlisted for the navy primary. So the reports say anyways. Conflict of interest much?

He said, blunt as always. Bolevara preferred all the facts on the table, and to deal with them summarily. He watched Hunter intently, his response would decide a lot of things, in his favor or against.