Beside him, a guttural choking made Gregori wince and turn. In the shadows on the far side of the spilled light, the old scout sat rigidly: hands clenched and muscles straining. Without a sound, the titan respectfully faced forward again, enhanced sight picking out occasional shadows in the buildings around them.
“I’ve asked,” Hendrick hoarsely whispered. “But he won’t say anything…”
The big man shrugged. “If it helps any, old man.” The ex-operative snorted softly and Gregori smiled. “Simon didn’t tell the captain willingly.” He glanced to the side in time to see Hendrick frown.
“The hell does that mean?”