(this takes place on the morning the crates are dropped off.)

To be fair, though—

It wasn’t Alex who’d spotted the crates first, it was Claire, of all people. Who immediately raised the alarm the moment she’d clocked in—which then woke up Alexei, who’d only finally managed to sleep a couple of hours ago. Yes, he was not a morning person at all.

So for the Fortree Gym Leader to come out to the front of the Sanctuary grounds to see the entire pile of crates that had the big red ‘R’ painted all over them… he gave the receptionist exactly one look, before saying these words.

“Get Ethan and Jack if they’re not too busy. I… I have to call someone up.”

A nod, and the flaxen-blonde woman disappeared back inside.

He then fished out his phone, and wondering if the other was still asleep or if he rose with the sun (it was a bit tricky keeping track of so many people’s sleeping schedules so he was going to be doing this on a whim) he then punched a particular number and waited… waited, waited, and then heard the click as it went to voice mail.

“Frog,” he began quietly as he was still looking at the assortment of crates out front, “…are you free, today? I’m going to need some help with hauling some shit in.”

He knew he’d gotten cucked a few weeks ago, so… for these crates, that who knew what was inside to show up, was like… well…

Much as he didn’t want to deceive the other members of the League, well… leaving all of this out here, just… for the Sanctuary? To take? Well…

“And… make it quick,” he added as he ended the call, before snapping a couple of pictures of the crates and sending it to the ‘Frog’.