“Arbet! Hey, Arbet! Wake up!”
“The hell is it? Did Fimbulvarg set the base on fire again?”
“No, but we’ve got a new recruit!”
“That’s my problem how?”
“Your turn to show them around.”
And that was why he was shivering in the snow outside camp, wishing for a cigarette.
All things said and done, working for Mrs. Hallander wasn’t too bad. He got a place to sleep, protection, even a chance to make some friends. He still hated the ‘show the new meat around’ part though.
A scout vehicle pulled up: Group Four’s, in all likelihood. They always got the fun stuff. Arbet nodded to the driver and stomped around to the back, just as the new kid was getting off. He didn’t introduce himself to the new guy. He grabbed a pair of duffels from the storage instead. Four’s vehicles always brought spare parts for the tanks, even when they didn’t need them. Then