My Friend Harry
‘Lee Crane’s friend, enemy, partner, rival, big brother, blood brother, and sometimes I’d like to
bash his head in’. These were the words of Harriman Nelson. Though he was ‘Harriman Jone’s at the time
and searching for me (trapped in Zeraff’s city under the sea) they pretty
much sum things up between us even now.
That is until he
gets into a real snit like the mission shortly after when he threatened to kick
me off the boat. Of course, we were all pretty much affected by the fear gas and I guess he was justified at the time. Loosing
Polidor made it clear to anyone that he was obsessed with finding a reason, any reason, other than human error in her loss.
Gut feeling, something…he just ‘knew’ it didn’t happen the way the Navy thought. May he always continue
to ‘know’ when things aren’t quite what they seem.