Digger's parked next to the 1st Street Bridge. He's got his leather jacket and skid lid on, but his cut sits on his lap. He looks to his pack, "Aight, So we good to go?" Digger was pretty unhappy that Jesse had to ditch, but she'd gotten called away just like D had once, so he cut her some slack. "You guys meet me at the other bridge. Dale or John, if your phone rings, I'm in trouble. If it don't I'm either dead, or still on my way back."
Digger looked down at the map again, "Here's to not dying." Digger tosses his smoke and starts his bike. "Hang on to this, I'm gonna want it back." Digger tosses John his Cut. He wasn't going in flying colors today. This was strictly recon.