While Cecile pushes her small team to satisfy Jarvis’s quota of Plasma Cannons. Their supplies are running low, so Jarvis dispatches small teams to raid the forest for food and other consumables. The first few trips into the woods produce limited supplies and frayed nerves. Burdened with the knowledge that the next trip requires more from the surrounding landscape, Jarvis dispatches his best people for this expedition. Will Fenton and his team coax more out of the forest? Or will the forest continue to hide the needed resources?
A small team of defenders grabbed rough ropes, marching away from the wall. With each step, the guards dragged the heavy boulder across the ground, creating an exit in the settlement’s barrier. When the slab struck the reinforced section, Fenton waved his squadron forward. As the last member walked through the opening, Fenton took a deep breath and signaled another squad to close the gap. With a groan, the massive stone screeched as the rock slid into place, while Fenton stepped through the shrinking portal.
He rested the stock of his rifle on the ground as his gaze drifted amongst the members of his unit. Once he finished the tally, he lifted his weapon to his shoulder and rubbed his chin. “Does everyone understand what Jarvis tasked us to do?”
Alek raised a finger and pitched his voice. “We’re searching for food, fuel, and friends, and not necessarily in that order.”
Fenton stepped beside the flippant man and swatted the back of Alek’s head. “Despite our friend’s attitude, he’s not wrong.” Fenton pointed at the tree line and licked his lips. “Keep your eyes peeled for anything that might prove useful or dangerous.”
When the radio attached to Fenton’s hips chirped, he groaned and pulled it off his belt. “What can I do for you Jarvis?”
“Has your team entered the forest yet?”
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