“Oh, come on…” Arthur glanced over at Dell, then back at Philippe. “Come on! You’re kidding! After all that horseshit with animals and explosions?! God, it just figures…”
Raking fingers through his hair, he scowled briefly back at the Spy. “Nice hat…” Glowering, he looked past them at the cutter moored alongside the dock, workers hefting modest cargo crates aboard. “I guess that’s our stuff. I thought it was fishy that we flew in here. I guess if we were, ah…you know. Changing crews. We’d have heard about that, huh?”
At the implication of shifting rosters, Shannon pressed a little closer to his side, and he gave her a reassuring squeeze.
“Ze teams ‘ave been cut down somewhat. Ze rosters I received only ‘ad eleven per team. I assume zis is due to ze new base’s accommodations, but zat was not included in ze information I received. Our two newest members are already at ze base. Zey arrived over ze weekend, so zey should be zere to greet us.”
Philippe looked around at his four team members around him and nodded as he leaned more against Dell’s side. This team was fairly tightly knit. No matter what the new base was like, they’d manage just fine. “We are only missing our friends who flew overseas. Hopefully, zey will arrive soon.”
The arm left around Philippe’s waist tightens somewhat at the mention of roster cuts, Dell wondering who’d been lost and who he’d come too close to losing and doing a quick head check of who was here now. He’s still a bit raw over the last loss and determined to keep the rest of his strange little family close to him.
“Jesus, another base… They give ya any idea what it’s gonna be like?”