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[sir_samuel]

One thing could be said for the island - as soon as you thought you were all settled, it would throw something new at you. Vimes was beginning to feel like it was some kind of game, and knowing Tabula Rasa, it just might have been

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[ab_executioner]

Anita wasn't sure what she felt at this point. She was actually settled and so of course she should have expected something to happen. She should have, and maybe deep down she did, expect the shock that sent her back to waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was a familiar feeling, but sadly not reassuring.

At least she was used to the humidity she thought as she brushed a leaf away from her face, and not just because she had been here for close to three years. Working in the jungle did have it's own challenges and she found herself concentrating more on making it through than feeling angry that things had once again turned to shit.

[_kinginthenorth]

Tracking on the island is frustrating. Robb is decent enough, with Grey Wind along, but no expert; however he thinks that by some stroke of witchery, even Benjen himself would have an impossible time locating anyone on this accursed ten-mile stretch of island. It hides scents from them, covered trails, but mostly, and most frustrating, sometimes the person you are hunting simply isn't there.

They've thought that about this one before, though, and were proven wrong, so now he is tromping through the underbrush, steel at his hip and a direwolf sniffing out the trail, though Robb is no more sure Grey Wind knows where he is leading than he himself.

[handandahalf]

Jon and Ghost moved silently through the slim trees, near enough to Robb that both man and wolf could sense their brothers nearby, for which Jon was explicitly grateful. He remembered the details of the assault this monstrous man had committed against the woman named Anna; finding out he'd attacked a child, now, only enraged him more. Jon found himself grateful for the laws that bound him as a member of the IPD, the laws that held him to the promise of bringing in their quarry alive, if possible. Otherwise, if he were the one to stumble upon Voldemort in the woods, he couldn't say what he might do.

[agent_dean]

For the first time since arriving on the island (other than his tour with Teyla, and his various training sessions with Ronon), Brendan was not wearing his suit. He felt a little exposed and incredibly unprofessional, but after a whole morning of trouncing through the dense, humid jungle, Brendan was glad he'd opted for a t-shirt and cargo pants instead. Even still, Brendan could feel the sweat trickling down the side of his face, his head hot under the makeshift bandanna he had tied around his hair, and he paused to unhook the water bottle from his belt