Re: Quicklog, Ocean's 11 (Lake Mead): Graham R & Shane A
[The tent was farther out than he'd expected, a ways away from the house. But Graham figured maybe that made sense, the space, because a tent was pretty solitary. But him and Shane, they'd never needed anything fancy. He came to a halt and let the shovel fall, squinting a little in the sun as he took in the bike and the start of the racetrack beyond. It made him smile, even though it was dampened by the knowledge that Shane'd just found out his brother was dead a while after it'd happened. He wished he hadn't waited so damn long, and he wished he knew more; maybe that was for the best, though. Hell if he knew. Details didn't change death but maybe they provided closure. Or maybe they just made things worse.
He chuckled when he heard Shane's voice; of course he was in the tent.] Yeah, yeah. No sand. [Tugging the backpack higher up on his shoulder, he stooped to push aside the flap and step into the darkened interior.] Nice place you got here. [Ha.]