Make Sure They Write Songs About MeHalfway across the bridge Rivera takes a wrong step, gives a piercing scream, and plunges to his death.
Or he would have if Hildr hadn't grabbed him by the robes and pulled him back to safety. She drops him unceremoniously on his head on the bridge.
Jagr swears. “Now they know we're here.”
The devastated expression on Rivera's face when he realises he might have jeopardised the mission is almost comical. He tries to stand up, but his knees tremble too much, and he drops on his ass again.
I feel sorry for the little guy and walk back to the others. “If they have any sensors set up, they already knew we were coming.” That does not seem to make the priest any calmer.
Jagr glares at Rivera. “No more f**k-ups. I'm watching you, priest.”
Rivera swallows a
