Papineau and Cobb leaned over the seated tech expert and studied the digitally recorded image of the man in black, racing from the yard. Meanwhile McNutt was in the freight car, doing an inventory to make sure nothing was taken, added, or sabotaged. Sarah was in her compartment, recovering, while Jasmine tended to her. Team members can bicker all they want - that’s to be expected given the danger and their close proximity - but they’re there for each other when it counts. As they went about their various tasks, they were all continuously linked via their earpieces, eliminating the need for repetitious explanations later. ‘Any insight, Papi?’ Cobb asked. Papineau glared at Cobb. ‘About what, specifically?’ Cobb was unfazed. ‘The intruder.’ Papineau let Cobb’s veiled accusation hang in the air for several seconds. He was ready to lash back when Garcia broke the silence. ‘Well, I’ve seen him before.’ ‘Where?’ Papineau demanded. ‘Well, maybe not him,’ Garcia corrected.
