"Exactly how many teams are we supposed to be on?" It was one thing to perform with multiple groups when he knew what he was doing. But, multiple teams here? Were they insane? That was like trying to do classical orchestra and jazz orchestra before you could even blow through the reed properly. And Sean didn't know what it said about him that he found that more disturbing than the threatened training, which he was mentally comparing to setting up and striking the percussion line for performances. Breaking down the marimba into a gig bag and carrying the timpani would be about the same weight.
Although, only an idiot would run like that and risk harming the instruments!
All in all, other than the fact they were talking about guns and aliases, what they could expect the next day almost sounded like first year orientation. And, although he didn't like fighting, there must have been something of his dad in him because Sean perked up with mention of sparring. It wouldn't solve anything. Fighting never did. But, he had to admit a part of him thought it would feel good. "You mean I get to hit you, legitimately," he asked, innocently...grinning.
That grin died a sudden death when Savannah's prediction was proved true. And Sean was right back at not knowing a thing about his dad while apparently, others did, at least enough to make the people close to him targets. Those would be sadly disappointed enemies if they thought they could get information on his dad from Sean. They probably knew more than he did. "So, basically, we're cut off from everything and on a very short leash you control. Great." Next he was probably going to tell him there were rules against playing music on the base at all. Might as well. Everything that meant anything was outside those walls except for his sister and the father he may or may not be getting back. "They make small keyboards, you know."
He'd run out of questions he was willing to ask by the time he caught Jenna's glance. The way the answers kept going, he was going to be begging to be shot and put out of his own misery before too much longer. If he didn't ask, he didn't have to know the answers. And maybe if he didn't know the answers, he could find a way around some of this before he went insane.
Sean really couldn't believe people not like his dad were shutting themselves up like this voluntarily.