no good xx disappearance

[RED]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]Again, that heat; a few stringy blades of grass around his feet shrivel and the muddy ground hardens some. He watches Leroy, expression falling somewhere between dismay and rage. He's right, but Red won't admit it, not now. They needed a solid plan - but, conversely, the Pitt was small enough that a few strong Tanglers could crush them.

He clenches his fist, the grind of stone against stone no different from nails on a chalkboard. Then, in a conscious effort, his expression eases. "Where is he, then?" Red murmurs evenly, looking beyond the few that had arrived at the scene. He measures every syllable on his tongue. "We still need to act fast."