[dated to June 10]

[poison_lipstick]

It had been getting colder all morning, but Saffron didn't think much of it - after all, strange weather was a part of living on the island. She just got out some of the warmer clothes she kept on hand for their yearly month of snow in December

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[nothingtomiss]

What the fuck is going on with the world? Brad's bundled up in an overcoat caged from the box in the compound, pulled on over his camo, a long striped scarf wrapped twice around his neck and still hanging halfway to his knees. It's fucking ridiculous. He's pretty sure that Nate can look after himself, which means Remy's fine, but Brad's got this very strong desire to be where Terry is, and...

And he hears the very distinct sound of someone swearing in the trees. Brad's combat boots are holding pretty well in the snow and he changes his path.

"Hello? Somebody there?"

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Her ankle hurt something awful. Saffron figured it was probably just sprained, but she wasn't sure if she could walk on it. She was still swearing, mostly in Chinese now, when she heard the sound of someone calling nearby.

"Yes, here! I'm here!" she shouted, waving her arms above her head, her bright purple parka standing out against the white of the snow. It didn't sound like him, but she hoped it was anyone but Mal. The last thing Saffron needed was to be rescued by him again.

[nothingtomiss]

This is not the first time Brad's had to operate in snow. There was deep snow in Afganistan, bone-deep cold, which had been a pain in the ass at the time but anything which tempers you, makes you into a better kind of warrior, is useful, in the end.

He finds her in the snow.

"Jesus, Helen. What the fuck did you do?" He moves as he talks, offering her both gloved hands.

[poison_lipstick]

Brad Colbert was definitely a better guy to come across her than her ex-husband.

"Fell and twisted my gorram ankle," she replied, annoyed, as she took his hands. "I don't know if I'll be able to stand on it." Sure enough, once Brad pulled Saffron up and she tried to put her weight on it, searing pain shot through it and she immediately raised it up, putting all her weight on her good foot and leaning a little on Brad. "Qingwa cao de liumang!"

[frog-humping sonofabitch}