“Time to get up,” Buka said loudly while walking into the room.
“Eep!” Typhoon squeaked, nearly hitting his head on the bunk above with surprise.
“Hmm?” Harbor asked, rolling over and opening just one of his eyes.
“Ah!” Oko jumped to the ground and struck a defensive pose.
“There’ll be no need for that,” Buka said. “We’ve been selected for a mission, get your things. I want to head out before the sun is all the way up.”