“C’mooooon you guys, get it together!” Oko was bouncing around the entire room, trying to contain his excitement.
"What exactly are we doing?" Harbor asked. He rubbed his face to clear the sleep out of his eyes.
Typhoon looked concerned but didn't say anything. He fiddled with his shell and watched to see what the other two might have to say instead.
"We've been chosen!" Oko leaped over and tapped Typhoon on the shoulder excitedly. Typhoon looked more nervous than ever.
"Chosen? What does that even mean?"
"We're going on a mission! Just us, no senior members or obnoxious watch dogs, just the three of us!"