Rudy was sitting on a couch, listening to Andy rant about something. He wasn't sure about what, but the kid seemed excited.

"So anyway. Everything that happened to them was basically his fault. So in Season 15 they go out to kill him"

"How are they gonna do that without Jack?", Arlo seemed to be invested in...whatever that was.

"Oh well you see Jack is actually in the empty right now and death is there and waiting for him. He's gonna come back".

"And then they kill god?"

"Pretty much."

Isa came over, setting down a few cups with cocoa in them in front of them. "What are you boys talking about?"

"My favourite tv show. It's really cool? You wanna hear about it? Yeah? So, it all starts when this woman, Mary dies, burning on the ceiling—"

And Andy starts telling the whole story again.

Rudy smiled to himself. This was nice.

141 had visited them for another mission and it was the evening before they were leaving again. Everyone was sitting together, talking with each other. It felt peaceful.

He wasn't sure how well it would go after what happened on the last mission, four months ago now.

It almost felt surreal now when he was thinking again. It felt like Carlos would walk into the room right now, walking over to Isa and stealing away her cup.

But that wouldn't happen.

He would never see Carlos' rare smile again. The smile he fell in love with so long ago.

He sighed to himself, his heart arching deeply.

He started to look around the room again.

Soap and Ghost were sitting together on a couch, and they were, almost not noticeable, holding hands. He was happy for them when he found out that they finally pulled their shit together and got together. It was painfully obvious for so long.

Gaz was sitting close to them, listening to Andy even though his eyes seemed to be focus on something...someone else. Gaz was a good guy. Rudy didn't worry.

Valeria wasn't there. Of course, she wasn't. But he almost wished she was.

Isa missed her. A lot.

And maybe they could have talked about...everything that had happened.

Rudy hadn't even seen her reaction to the news when she got them. But it was clear she was upset after the activity and las almas got worse again. It was clear she was angry. She was grieving after all.

He continued to look around the room, in the eyes his were landing on Alejandro who was drinking something that probably was not cocoa.

Rudy got up, walking over to him.

"You should take it slow with the drinking."

"I am taking it slow, Rudy".

Rudy was worrying about him. Every day he was worrying.

"He would want you to let go. He wouldn't want you to kill yourself like this."

"You...have no idea what he would have wanted."

"I—", Rudy stopped when the whole room suddenly grew quiet.

He looked over and saw that Price had come back from the phone call he had taken. He looked serious. That never meant anything good.

"Laswell just called me. There had been a bust for the base of a large criminal operation. The one the mission some months ago was about. They arrested many people, found a lot of weapons and information. It was very successful", but that wasn't a look at some successful mission. One they didn't even have anything to do with. Not anymore.

"And? What does that have to do with it?", Alejandro sounded angry. He didn't want to hear about the people that were the cause of Carlos' death. Rudy could understand.

"They found a captive in that base. They found Carlos. He's alive."