Caleb pushed through the heavy canvas flaps of the main Staging Tent.
Hiro sat on a rusted munitions crate, meticulously cleaning the lens of a new tier-two optic scope. Near the weapon racks, Kikaru executed a deep lunge, pushing the stretch until her carbon-fiber leg brace hummed quietly. Iharu stood by the supply crates, aggressively slamming a fresh drum magazine into a modified scatter-gun. At the tactical table, Vice-Captain Iris Calder sorted through a stack of digital debrief reports.
Caleb stepped into the light.
Hiro stood up so fast he dropped his cleaning cloth onto the gravel. Kikaru stopped mid-stretch, balancing her weight on her braced leg. Iharu shoved the scatter-gun against his hip, his face flushing dark red. Iris heard the shift in the room's noise and looked up from her datapad.
