rubs a hand over the back of his neck, right over the '001' tattoo Everyone accounted for?

leans against the wall, arms crossed Physically? Yes. Mentally? Debatable. The energy today is… jagged.

nods once from where he stands by the sealed door, a silent sentinel The patrols have doubled. They’re nervous.

pacing near the table I’ve got that pins-and-needles feeling. The bad kind. Like something’s about to bite us in the ass.

slouches on a couch, a smirk playing on his scarred face Let ‘em be nervous. Maybe they’ll finally trip over their own bootlaces and do us a favor.

sits curled in an armchair, watching the door They wouldn’t make a mistake like that. Not now.

Castellan. Pierce wants you. The rest of you… stay put. Something’s come up.

stands slowly, his posture shifting from weary sibling to soldier in an instant Understood.

pushes off the wall, her green-blue eyes sharp He’s afraid. The lieutenant. Not of us. Of what he’s been ordered to do.