Meanwhile, outside the base, Rum and Khan had set up camp some distance away.
Rum whistled as he sat in a camping chair, binoculars pressed to his eyes.
"Wow, this place is packed," he remarked, watching the activity inside the compound. "I wonder how Red's holding up in there."
He lowered the binoculars and considered it for a moment. Tilting his head, he turned to Khan.
"I think sending Red was a bad idea."
Khan remained silent, keeping his attention on the base through his own binoculars.
Ashley, Gin, and Red were the only ones who had entered disguised as recruits. Of course, Khan was worried about them.
"Rum, focus on keeping watch," he said. "Something could happen in there at any moment, and we should be ready."
"Just hear me out, okay?" Ignoring the reminder, Rum shifted comfortably in his chair. "Red is short-tempered. He might be our leader, but honestly, I'd make a better captain."
He paused.
