"Oh sure," Derek said, climbing off his bike and looking around, "send the Indian into the dark and spooky place. You know, I'm not actually a werewolf, no matter what weird ass books you might have been reading."
He snorted as he dug into his saddlebags. This sort of thing was hardly new after his tours overseas and definitely not new after the last couple of months out of town, but he doubted he'd ever not find amusement in giving people shit for things they probably didn't even mean. Not to mention the way it made him feel less like getting back on his bike and heading back to the camp walls. There was nothing about being out this late in the damn dark to put him on edge.
He pulled his Maglite out of his saddlebag and reached for the lever-action rifle slung in the gun case on his bike before hesitating. "Okay, what's our plan here anyway? We go in soft assuming everything on the up and up? Or are we thinking this place might have got reinfested, or worse I guess, and go in loaded for bear?"