Laz woke up to find himself crashing on Hyde's sofa, he sat up rubbing his aching head. The clock was about 7:30AM, his stomach growled hungrily.
"Ach... Last night was a bad idea. Mm?" Ðorde looked around the room, no sign of Hyde. The Lazarus man scratched his beard, standing up to leave the place. He'd headed off to the main hall, where as per usual, the hunters gathered around a table to eat breakfast. Just another day.
Laz sat down at the end of the table- it was cramped, now more than ever since the team had picked up four new people, who could evidently help them on Shear.
"Nice of you to join us, Lazarus." Cabot stated, noting his presence. Laz winced, sounds hitting his head like a brick, he groaned quietly. Cabot kept his eye on him, eyebrow raised curiously.
"Is everything alright, Lazarus?"
"Oh he's got a bloody hangover, it's his own fault." Hyde said with a grin. "Bloody piss 'ead."
"Yeah, 'cause you don't get drunk either... Totally not." Abe grumbled.
"You can shut the fuck up mate, I'll bloody rag you-"
"Gentlemen, keep your comments to yourselves." Cabot ordered. "Same routine, we head out soon enough. Hyde, Lazarus. You're with me today, Abe, you too."
"Oh come on, you know what's going to happen if you put me with him!" Abe blurted, slamming a fist on the table.
"That's an order." Cabot glared back at Abe. Abe sighed, looking nervously between Cabot and Hyde. Hyde waved at Abe, tauntingly, his fingers dancing. "We're headed off to a village, where as the rest of the team will continue taking these monsters down. Considering we're not going to need much of a medic for this task, I've chosen Lazarus, though it's safe to have him on the team, just incase. Hyde you're our muscle- if there's any problems you know what to do. And Abe, you're coming with us because once again, we don't necessarily need the mobile arena, nor tracking darts."
Abe planted his face down on the table, chuckling nervously.
"So, uh. No face-meltin'...?" Hyde grunted, disappointed. Cabot shook his head.
"Sorry, big guy." He responded. "Anyway, the rest of you, you know the drill. Caira, you're going with James, Griffin and Hank. Bucket you're in charge of Markov, Val and Maggie. And you, new folk... Well..." Cabot looked at the newcomers, rubbing his chin. "I'm certain you'll work together fine."
The hunters prepared themselves for another day out on Shear, the teams dropping down to hunt the monsters. The last team onboard was none more than Cabot's, as they took the ship just on the border of the village. Hyde had left his flamethrower on the ship this time, just bringing a pistol, slipped into his holster. Laz brought his glove, a pistol too. Abe had packed a few stasis grenades and his custom shotgun, Cabot's binoculars hung from his waist, he too, brought a pistol.
The ship landed, Hyde stared at Laz, who was fiddling around with his glove.
"Why the bloody hell are you bringing that?" He grunted. Laz looked up at the brute, wincing, his headache hadn't quite shifted.
"Better safe than sorry, old friend." He smiled weakly.