A chorus of “ayes” rang out from everyone, except me, of course. I didn't know the difference between a two/three formation and the engineering specifications for the Large Hadron Collider. Cantrell stopped talking when he saw the apparent confusion etched on my face.
“I forgot we have a newbie here.” He held up two fingers. “Two/three formation means we line up as two.” He paused and raised a third finger. “Followed by three.” He paused again, dropping one finger. “Followed by two, rinse and repeat.”
“Scanner is clear,” the mercenary closest to the exit stated before donning his helmet. He was a Drith who bore an uncanny resemblance to Shai, which brought bad memories flooding to the surface. Memories of my hands pummeling Shai's decapitated head had been the most prominent among them.
