Howard and Antonie shared a look as the summons to return to the base.

Some time later it had the pair watching the funeral. Antonie had tears in her eyes as she watched the small boat pushed off. Howard sat cross legged, a jadestone cermonial pipe in his hands. It's bowl packed full of non-commercial brand tobacco. Pure with no impurities. Perfect for prayer and moments like this. He lit the tobacco, puffing getting the smoke going. He took a long pull from the pipe, letting the sacred smoke waft up and around the people watching the funeral. He whispered prayers to the old gods of the Norse. And he murmers prayers to the Great Creator. To keep this good man safe in the life beyond, to give him his due. Whatever his due may be. He blessed all those present with bursts of the sweet smelling smoke. Then blessed himself with three quick bursts of smoke. He raised the pipe in salute to the boat as it caught fire.

As he cleaned his pipe he looked up as the C-130 and the private jet arrived. He put his pipe away as things began to be unloaded form the big plane. He tossed the pipe bag over his shoulder. He caught up with Imran and Antonie as they went over to meet the large man who exited the private jet. It took him a moment or two but as Domenico was introduced he smiled, "Gods bones. You're still alive Dom? I remember when you came through here for your training. How's your work?" Antoine smiled and shook Dom's hand in greeting. Dom grinned, "Doing quite well on my end. I'm surprised you are all alive too. But now here we are. We'll be working together." The big man briefly looked over at the crates being offloaded. Grinning as they could clearly see the muzzle of the Bushmaster autocannon peeking out of a large amount of padding, "Working together and doing work." Dom gave Imran a huge grin, "All of my kit is on that ship, as well as some ammunition and repair parts. I'm ready to head out when ever you need me sir. Or do you need me to run the killhouse again?"