"Well that makes one of us," Nate groans, rolling on his back as he closes the journal and accepts the map while giving Charlie a look. He sits up and takes a second to look over his shoulder before pushing himself to his feet as well.

He almost wishes the guards weren't armed, but that would have been idiotic on this plantation's part. At the least, he wishes they weren't better armed than he was. The enhanced pistol was nice, but it was still just a pistol. One day he would have to bribe them to give him something a little meatier. He scoops up the napsack he had brought with him and slips the journal in there with his tablet for safe keeping, checking to make sure nothing fell out in the rock before looking to Charlie.

"Let's hope they're not used to visitors, yeah?"