Raleigh shorts and follows his brother's gaze, thumbs tucked up over his belt buckle. The journey here wasn't exactly a picnic for them and they hadn't been crammed into a bus for hours, he imagines they're all feeling a little green around the gills. Especially as they're all so young. What was the minimum recruiting age these days? Not old enough to drink but old enough to die for your country. Not that it's ever been otherwise.

But, that's part of why they're there, right? The welcome wagon? To do their job and do it well and just happen to be visible to the cadets as a constant reminder of what they're all working towards. What this is all about.

He turns back and offer up his right forearm for a bump. They've got this.

"Hell yeah, we're rock stars." Cocky? Yes. But true? Absolutely. And then,

"Shame the Hansens aren't here yet. Would have been nice to divide and conquer a little bit. Split the load."