[It's strange how he can remember being in Panama and he can remember being on the Moira at the age he was in Panama, but the two don't flow together. Like parallel memories instead of one continuous history.]

Vargas dragged us back to his office, super pissed, and tried to renegotiate the terms of our deal with him. Guess he figured since we needed him to get out when we were done in there, he had one over on us now that he knew we'd found something.

I figured what the hell? Agree to an equal cut of the treasure. We'd just cut and run on him once we got out, so what difference did it make?

[God, Rafe had been stupid. They were never in any danger of actually having to deal out more Vargas. Why not play along for a while? For the sake of his pride?]

It would have been fine, except instead of sealing the deal with a handshake, Rafe whipped out a shiv and stabbed him. Vargas got a gunshot off before he died, and that was it. We had to run, Sam got shot, and only Rafe and I made it out of there.

[And if not for Rafe shaking him out of his shock, Nate wouldn't have made it either. He can't bring himself to be particularly grateful for that.]