Cobra's mental clock ticked down as he waited to see if Macbeth would emerge or not. Jellal being there may have been a blessing in disguise, for who better to vouch that Cobra had totally waited a decent amount of time before leaving without him? About a minute before he decided to leave, (and simultaneously start plotting revenge), his boss piped up. "Aren't you going to wake him?"
Cobra shrugged. "Tried that already. He's just taking his sweet time, as usual." He certainly wasn't going back in to check. "I'll wait another minute and then leave. I assume he knows where it is if he's heard about it, so you can just tell him to meet me there."
"…I was a bit surprised that he agreed to go with you," Jellal mumbled. For the first time in a little while, Cobra pondered the peculiarity of Macbeth's involvement in the whole mess. The oddity started with the fact that Macbeth had known about the place before Cobra even mentioned it. Not that Macbeth didn't often know other things before they happened, but usually, he kept his mouth shut unless he could acutely use the information to his advantage. So what was it about this insanity that made it worth using? Another piece of the puzzle that left him guessing as to what the whole picture looked like.
Before he could mull over further, a drowsy Macbeth popped his head out of the tent, hissing when his face entered the early morning light. Cobra snorted as the man made his way over, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Guess his revenge planning would have to wait a little longer.