Lex looked up as Mevin entered the room.
“You look sour. Don’t be mad at Seven. It was just an accident. Though, I probably shouldn’t let a kid wander around on second thought. Haha, sorry,” Lex rubbed his head.
“Just mad that we got noticed.”
“Half the time we get noticed anyway. You know open land like this doesn’t go well with a stealth cloak. Adding a turret beacon to the mix doesn’t change very much.”
“Fine. What have we got?”
“Wow, you really are sour today. Make up with Seven soon, okay?” Mevin shot him a glare.
“Hime, I’m not a middle schooler with a grudge. Shut up, will you? You’ve got worse things to worry about than my attitude.”
“Alright alright. Offa, you see anything yet?”
“Something moved on the radar a second ago.”
“What’s it look like?”
“So far, only a blip about fifty miles southwest. A bit too far to pick up anything more. Considering how these groups usually work though, that’ll be a big ship.”