[RL with Henry]

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Giriko stepped out of the airport into the heavy Brazilian heat and slipped on a pair of aviator sunglasses as he glanced around. He had left behind his heavy coat and gloves, of course, wearing a safari shirt and a pair of jeans over his shitkicker boots. Even that was fucking hot, but they were going into the jungle and he didn't want to get stung by anything nasty while he was out there. Crocodiles he could handle, but mosquitos pissed him off.

A man wearing a head-to-foot black cloak and a skull-like mask drove up in a jeep. "Ready to go, Giriko-sama?" the man asked. He was likely sweating like crazy in that thing.

"Yeah, just a sec," Giriko said. "I'm waitin' for someone."

He was curious whether Henry would try to kill him again.

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Henry was too dizzy and disgusted to even respond. He just sat up and dusted off his shirt calmly, like it was no big deal even if he was cringing on the inside. Staring at the ground off the side, he could feel Giriko's eyes on him, wearing that stupid grin on his face.

"Just so you know, I am not helpin' you with that," he said in a low voice.

LOL, it's OK

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Giriko reached forward and gave Henry's collar a tug. It was a strangely affectionate gesture, like tugging on a girl's pig-tails, only Henry didn't have enough hair.

"Too bad. Guess that means you'll haveta walk back to the airport instead of gettin' a ride," he informed him.

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Henry pressed his lips together in a thin, disapproving line, his gaze going anywhere but on Giriko. In a way, he welcomed the opportunity to stay away from the man, even if it meant braving the jungle.

"I'll manage," he said . "I'm used to walking anwyay."

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Giriko snickered and got to his feet, stretching luxuriantly. His clothing was dirty now, and his shirt sleeves shredded, and he was sporting a pretty spectacular boner, but overall he felt as satisfied as a cat in the cream.

"See ya later then, pet," he said.

As he started to walk away through the trees, he kicked Henry's beam katana over towards the other man, locating it under a bush. It skittered and bounced across the ground towards Henry, and Giriko continued walking, whistling contentedly to himself.

He'd wait until he was well away from the assassin and then...take care of that one little bit of business. It wouldn't do to let Henry see how hot he'd gotten.

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Henry waited until he couldn't hear Giriko's footsteps to sowly climb to his feet and pull up his pants. Taking the beam katana, he hooked it back onto his belt and stood still. His shoulders slumped tiredly.

He went over to the overturned jeep and the dead driver (who was now attracting flies) and searched it for anything to drink. He found a few water bottles. All of Giriko's belongings were still in their bags not too far from the jeep, and he promptly emptied one to stash the water inside.

After 30 minutes or so, Henry started walking in the direction of the airport. He was tired and pissed, but the last place he wanted to be was in the Brazilian wilderness.