*At this point, Deckard needs a good washing too. He's crawled into the barn, pulling PJ with him, and was just turning to greet Mitham when he registers McC* M-McCrane!
McC: Deckard! *last time he saw his team lead was lying dead on the trash pile he'd been dumped onto*
*McC stumbles to his feet as Deckard pulls PJ in the rest of the way and lays him out, then stands. The two EMBRACE tightly, each burying into the other's shoulder. Neither moves for a long moment.*
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