FINN BLINKED HIS bleary eyes. Rubbing them did no good. The only thing that’d fix his blurry eyesight was sleep. But he wasn’t counting on getting much tonight, so his eyes would just have to suck it up. He’d run undercover ops before, where he’d gone three to four days on very little sleep, so this was nothing new.
Dave nudged his elbow and said, “Too much nocturnal activity last night, huh?”
“Yeah, the missus keep you awake all night?” Carrot sniggered. At least Carrot seemed to have come around and forgiven Finn for his sins, for which he was grateful.
Finn merely raised an eyebrow and went back to listening to the banter around the campfire, waiting for the dinner gong to sound. There was no way he was giving out details of his exploits with Indy. At least everyone had accepted he a
