"I know, but we don't have the manpower to afford pairs all the time. He knows not to go too far on his own."
Kirk pinches at the bridge of his nose to try and ease the tension headache that never really goes away these days. Every activity is a math problem now; how much energy versus what they're going to bring back. Not everyone comes back from these missions even when they've sent teams. Joshua's pretty good on that speeder and it's definitely kept him from getting too close to harm's way and very quickly out of it when harm does come up more than once already.
It's something of a relief not to have to pretend things are okay around Delia, though he doesn't drop his in control demeanor. At this point if he lets go of it he might not get it back. Still, he appreciates his friend being someone he doesn't need to pretend around. Doesn't need to sugarcoat things. He's not sure he'd have the patience to anyhow.
Over the near perpetual howl of the wind it's difficult to hear the speeder pulling up, though Joshua's quick to dart inside before he also starts shaking and dusting off as much snow as possible before it melts and starts to chill him.
He jerks his head up slightly in a greeting to Delia and Jim. Offers a quiet 'yo' as he makes his way over to where they're standing. Jim nods back, stepping aside smartly so the Canadian can get a look at the map they're standing over.
"This is purely recon, you understand." The captain leans forward and draws a circle on the map with a pencil. It's within the boundaries of the wilds, though not too far by speeder. Not near the residential fringes or parks that tend to line its edges nearer the plaza. Definitely outside the safe zone. "We've got a lead on a large stockpile of food. A store for our enemies out beyond the torches, more than likely. I need details. How much, how guarded. We can't afford to ignore it."
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Kirk pinches at the bridge of his nose to try and ease the tension headache that never really goes away these days. Every activity is a math problem now; how much energy versus what they're going to bring back. Not everyone comes back from these missions even when they've sent teams. Joshua's pretty good on that speeder and it's definitely kept him from getting too close to harm's way and very quickly out of it when harm does come up more than once already.
It's something of a relief not to have to pretend things are okay around Delia, though he doesn't drop his in control demeanor. At this point if he lets go of it he might not get it back. Still, he appreciates his friend being someone he doesn't need to pretend around. Doesn't need to sugarcoat things. He's not sure he'd have the patience to anyhow.
Over the near perpetual howl of the wind it's difficult to hear the speeder pulling up, though Joshua's quick to dart inside before he also starts shaking and dusting off as much snow as possible before it melts and starts to chill him.
He jerks his head up slightly in a greeting to Delia and Jim. Offers a quiet 'yo' as he makes his way over to where they're standing. Jim nods back, stepping aside smartly so the Canadian can get a look at the map they're standing over.
"This is purely recon, you understand." The captain leans forward and draws a circle on the map with a pencil. It's within the boundaries of the wilds, though not too far by speeder. Not near the residential fringes or parks that tend to line its edges nearer the plaza. Definitely outside the safe zone. "We've got a lead on a large stockpile of food. A store for our enemies out beyond the torches, more than likely. I need details. How much, how guarded. We can't afford to ignore it."