The excuse for an apology sounded real convincing. Ruby rolled her eyes and got to her feet, following after him promptly at a brisk jog. The camp would only be clear for so long before the troops started wondering what the deal was with the false alarm. Or, until Colonel Sanders got his act together and figured out he hadn't actually called the alarm that everyone seemed to think he had.
At Sam's prompt to dig around the camp, she stopped watching him spread the gasoline and glanced in the direction of the leader's tent, reorienting herself now that she was entering the camp from a different angle and in her own body. She gave a nod.
"If there's anything, I know where to find it." She moved quickly over there as Sam set the match, ready to duck in on her way out of the camp to grab anything that looked important -- but, by the time she reached the tent, the corner of it where his makeshift desk stood was in flames already, including a briefcase. She reached out to grab it at first, but when she pried it open, it was clear. The documents were unsalvageable.
She started coughing as the tent started to collapse and the flames really started to burn it, dropping the ruined briefcase full of documents and moving out of it, regaining her bearings and heading back up to where they'd come from, expecting Sam would have headed that way well before she managed to.
Seeing Dean already there caused her lips to purse in a sour look, but she didn't mention it. Just glanced at the jaguar that he seemed so fascinated with and raised an eyebrow, her expression subtly triumphant knowing what had caused it. Better than Dean did, anyway.
"Come back to what, a pile of ashes and some charcoal?" She glanced at the razing camp behind them. "I don't think anybody's interested in taking a second look at that place." All the same, she turned to start heading back the way they'd come as ordered -- it wasn't worth the fight. Sam would agree, anyway, better to beat him to the punch of following his orders. "Anything useful went up with the camp, that's for sure."
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At Sam's prompt to dig around the camp, she stopped watching him spread the gasoline and glanced in the direction of the leader's tent, reorienting herself now that she was entering the camp from a different angle and in her own body. She gave a nod.
"If there's anything, I know where to find it." She moved quickly over there as Sam set the match, ready to duck in on her way out of the camp to grab anything that looked important -- but, by the time she reached the tent, the corner of it where his makeshift desk stood was in flames already, including a briefcase. She reached out to grab it at first, but when she pried it open, it was clear. The documents were unsalvageable.
She started coughing as the tent started to collapse and the flames really started to burn it, dropping the ruined briefcase full of documents and moving out of it, regaining her bearings and heading back up to where they'd come from, expecting Sam would have headed that way well before she managed to.
Seeing Dean already there caused her lips to purse in a sour look, but she didn't mention it. Just glanced at the jaguar that he seemed so fascinated with and raised an eyebrow, her expression subtly triumphant knowing what had caused it. Better than Dean did, anyway.
"Come back to what, a pile of ashes and some charcoal?" She glanced at the razing camp behind them. "I don't think anybody's interested in taking a second look at that place." All the same, she turned to start heading back the way they'd come as ordered -- it wasn't worth the fight. Sam would agree, anyway, better to beat him to the punch of following his orders. "Anything useful went up with the camp, that's for sure."