Harvey watched Haruki haul another Cheep-Cheep out of the lake. It was probably the second-ugliest fish he'd ever seen: enormous, opaque eyes, the bulbous lips, and almost-feathery pectoral fins wrapped in a bloated case of leathery skin. This all but confirmed to Harvey that he was still in Olathe; most people didn't bother with trying to fish, especially when you could get a better meal hunting for snakes. Harvey decided that he probably shouldn't stick around for too long.

[color=turquoise]"Are you [i]seriously[/i] going to eat that?"[/color] Asked Harvey, incredulously.

Haruki didn't respond to Harvey's question, and continued to fish. The sky darkened briefly as a small flotilla of flying boats soared in and bombarded somewhere a good distance away. Wasn't that where the doorway was? Had Haruki silently and motionlessly called in a bunch of flying things to strafe those bozos?

[color=turquoise]"That was quick!"[/color] Harvey remarked. [color=turquoise]"Thanks a bunch, pal!"[/color]

Harvey remembered that poor sex slave, and that poor construction worker, that he had carelessly abandoned to the mercy of the people who had so cruelly menaced poor, innocent him. He'd need to do something about that, assuming they hadn't been dragged along and obliterated alongside their captors.

[color=turquoise]"I'm gonna need some more of your help, though,"[/color] said Harvey, a bit sheepishly, [color=turquoise]"There's a few people those guys you blew up were pushing around-- if you can help me get 'em together, I'd appreciate it."[/color]
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