Zubair heaved the crate like it weighed half what it did and slid it into the bed.
No one wanted to expose the fact that Sera had a special space that she could put everything in. She was wanted enough for simply being female, the General didn't need to know just how much more she was.
Lachlan dragged the dead bodies into a tight line with the practiced disgust of a man who liked cleaning up even when he hated what he was touching.
Alexei walked the span, gathering knives and radios, cutting off insignia patches and dropping them in a pocket like a magpie who believed in evidence.
Elias stripped batteries and clamped a length of chain across the broken drum to pull it over the side when they moved.
Sera took the radios Alexei handed her, popped the backs, palmed the chips, and covertly fed both guts and shells into her space until they were gone.
