(Picking up at the seconds where you guys are communicating together - lots of information here, so I'm not going to recover what you've already said, done. Pay attention, things are getting weird, here…)
The group continues to amble slowly towards the center of the night as the oppressive dark is driven back by the fire's slowly pulsing energy. As you approach the top of the rise, that hill which everybody seems to disappear behind, you see in the distance that Reggie continues to march forth with seeming purpose, his (primo!) Assault rifle (that awesome HK XM30 "Weapons Platform") held industriously in both hands as he goes, ready for the snap-shot should the opportunity arise. To his left and right his loyal guard continue to scan rapidly and wildly; they seem to be progressing through seriously dangerous territory. Three large, armored figures (Reggie and team) moving slowly and carefully toward the fire, which seems somehow to have gotten farther away. You figure you're about four hundred yards behind them - to far to hear them talking - but close enough to make out details under the still-burning flare as it begins its descent to the earth. Flickers of dark shadow play on the edge of your vision off to your extreme left, but when you look out there you see nothing there but shrubs growing up out of patches of grass encroaching over the loose dirt neatly divided by the asphalt paths that wind in your direction. Nothing there that shouldn't be there, anyway…
The group persistently grinds forward affecting a crawling pace rather than a walking pace as they move along with studious care. While the troublesome trio are increasing their distance, you just don't feel too comfortable following them into the unknown at that pace. You carefully continue onward. |
