It was lucky (ha-ha) that the phones here came with contact lists comprised of nearly everyone on the island, because Lucky had finally made a game of just picking the least intimidating sounding names and punching out a quick text message requesting a spar. Whether or not he got a reply determined how much more progress he made dissecting an Argus, or reassembling it (not quite as successfully).
One of his random text messages had gone through, to a guy with the pretty okay name of 'Jake Cross'. It was the reason he was standing outside in the overcast sunlight and slowly working on his 100% European white guy sunburn.