"This is it, Stray!" Simon looked up from the etchings he'd been idly tracing into the side of the truck. The bayonet he'd unclipped from his rifle was embedded in the cheap metal, halfway finished with the 9 in "G294." "What's up?" he asked, his mind still elsewhere. His friend and technically his leader was always getting herself worked up over something. Emily rolled her eyes, as she always did when she thought he was being stupid. Some things never chanced. The metal scraped faintly as Simon filed in the first lines of the 4. "I don't know. What's my problem?"