"Yeah, the aliens are known to be dicks at points. You should've been around when they trapped us all underground and made everyone sleep at the same time to intrude on other people's memories."

York does not sound happy about that. Not once but twice it happened. Multi-armed fuckers.

Whatever. He goes and retrieves his 'gift' to carry over to the edge of the pavilion where he had just been standing. The riot shield is almost as big as him and looks weighty, as it should. "Think you can fetch this from the bottom? It's a riot shield so it has weight. Maybe it'll hit rocks or some shit down at the bottom and get dented up."