Sam nodded at Isabel's statement, and his eyes slitted in thought.  He didn't know the boss well wnough to make any kind of proper guess, but he had come from the direction of the Suit Paddocks, and was now heading to the improvised internment building that housed their highly valued 'guests'.  Sam did some mental calculation, and didn't like what he came up with.  The boss was up to something.<br/><br/>"You know...  what I said about 'Team', earlier?"  Sam muttered.  "I'm thinking that it applies, even now."<br/><br/>Sam turned and looked over the tops of the buildings in the camp, and then turned to Isabel.<br/><br/>"What say, you and I go check on our own suits, huh?"  He said.  "I can't hurt, and I've got the sneaking suspicion that the NCO club can wait."<br/><br/>Sam looked at Isabel, and his expression was one of urging, as if he were looking for some kind of fun, or adventure.