Feeling the hand on his shoulder, Reece looked up and grinned, "Doc Brock, good to see you." 

He shook his hand and shrugged, "My back feels pretty good for having laid on it for three years. Whatever voodoo you did to it back on the Mountain seems to have held up." 

Dr. Gavin Brock had performed a regenerative procedure on Owen Reece's back, to repair the crushed vertebrae and remove the titanium pins that held his spine together. The injury had been sustained in Korea, flying in low on a rescue mission in a hot LZ. His helicopter had been shot down when trying to extract wounded soldiers. Reece had nearly been paralyzed and he lost two of his crew members, not to mention the soldiers injured trying to protect the crash site. The army doctors had patched him up as best they could but they did not have access or funds for the kind of medicine that Doctor Gavin Brock was practicing. Now that the constant pain was pretty much gone and he could move much better, he felt years younger. 

Not wanting to dwell on that he continued, “A little stiff but so is everything else. You're welcome to take a seat with us, Doc. You don't look so bad, being a popsicle for three years must agree with you.” 

Reece cracked his knuckles and glanced up, spotting Big Bill stomping down the aisle and he grinned at the plate of donuts. His old partner in crime did not look too much worse for wear, not any different than an early morning after a night of whiskey and poker. The big Texan looked sour as ever with the thermos of coffee gripped like a mug in his hand. 

“Nope, and I don’t see a yellow brick road out here neither,” he replied, a slight chuckle at still being called ‘kid’ at thirty-nine. Well, now it was forty two. Hell he’d hit forty and didn’t even get to celebrate. 

“Fuck it, I’m owed a few birthday cakes but I’ll start with one of your donuts,” Reece snatched up a jelly filled glazed treat and took a bite. “Where’d you find these anyway?”

Mid bite he jerked his head up as the Marine shouted his greeting and he snorted, watching Bill's reaction. "Damn, jarheads. I wonder what he put in his coffee." 

As he looked forward he caught sight of the blue haired kid looking back at the mining group. Reece's mouth twitched in a smile at the kid's shirt, and noticed the direction of his stare. The plate of donuts balanced on Bill's knee. He raised his eyebrows at Connor, taking a big bite of his jelly donut and licked the glaze off his thumb. The pilot reasoned the boy was likely a mechanic based off the smart ass shirt he wore and he slowly picked up a powdered donut and held it up, giving it a slight shake like one would do with a stick before sending a dog to fetch.