Despite the long trek across unfamiliar terrain, Fenton and his squadron discovered the crash site of their ancestors. Upon gathering all the intelligence they could from the ruins, Fenton leads his team away from the failed colonization attempt. Weary from their long journey and investigation, the soldiers’ unease from the absence of wildlife continues to mount. Will the team’s journey back to their ship be without incident? Or will the absent wildlife return to greet them with a vengeance?
“Fenton, where are you all?”
“We are heading back to camp.” The squadron leader clamped a hand on his radio and signaled his team to stop. “Jarvis, unless you’re planning on diverting us to investigate another mystery, learn how to relax.”
“Why would I divert you when your report is still missing?”
Fenton studied the members of his squad as he rubbed his lips. With a twirl of his fingers, they resumed marching, “We’re heading back from the ruins.”
“Why are you all dragging out this quick jaunt?”
“Did Jarvis actually say that?”