Azrael walked up to the chopper as Sam was finishing his rant. "Don't worry about me, I won't take much space and I have my own food." He said. "I'll also sit guard too. Four eyes and two guns are much better than two eyes and one gun."

Azrael sat down on the grass and leant against the chopper. He rummaged in his bag until he found the bag of roasted peanuts he had found on his way to the makeshift base. He pulled the bag open, grabbed a handful and popped them in his mouth.