Two days since Jones' last email, and Rory was trying to shrug it all off. That happened sometimes, though not quite as much lately. A fellow agent would just disappear or die on a mission, and then that was it. Did the Regiment call their families? Who knew. He'd complained about it to Khalid, but there wasn't much he could do.
It was the eerie silence from Riggs that bothered him most, though. But Rory knew he shouldn't worry, and that was what he'd come here to do.
"Hey-oh, Cam," he said as the man crossed his path. He hung back a little to let Khalid catch up with him. Rory was slightly more dressed up for the occasion, but only by comparison. The green fleece he'd thrown on had only a few crusted-on stains on the sleeve, and his sweats were somewhat new. His flip-flops clicked against his feet as he strolled along. They looked like a pair of mental patients, but that was about average for them. "I'm here to blow my stipend on weed, frankly," he said, and then turned to Khalid, "Babe, do we still have papers left?"