"Agreed," he says, and it sounds like he's about as happy for it. This isn't the mission he'd been expecting when he got up this morning, but then, when do things ever go according to plan? You adapt. You set new objectives, and you accomplish them. Whatever this is, they're going to figure it out.

"I'll take east," he says with a nod one direction as he steps off. He's assuming that's east, anyway, judging by the angle of the sun. "Catch you in twenty."