Morry gave him a casual wave over his shoulder as he made his way back to RED base. Yeah, no fights.<br/><br/>It took him all of eighteen minutes to change, wash up and find his way to the edge of the battlefield where they were to meet. Not that he'd counted. He'd changed into a (mostly) proper outfit for once: dark jeans with his steel-toed workboots and a maroon button-down shirt rolled at the elbows. And his favorite white cowboy  hat. He didn't care that his teammates thought he looked ridiculous in it, he loved it anyway and wore it with pride.<br/><br/>He beamed as he saw Enzo approaching in the distance, waving him over perhaps a little too enthusiastically. "Ready?" He called out, completely starving.