“We all agree this is Cody’s fault?” Fox asks, hands on his hips as he looks around.
Wolffe snorts. “Absolutely. I will not get into shit with General Plo.”
“Does this face look like it could do wrong?” Bly says, pointing at himself. “No. Cody’s on the other hand…”
“It’s the deep waters you gotta look out for,” Wolffe nods sagely.
“I will kill you all and make it look like an accident.”
“That’s the spirit,” Fox grins, slapping Cody’s shoulder in encouragement. “Hold that expression until the sergeant arrives for processing.”