Poppy was working on the tent, her gaze focused, although her brows pulled together in a frown. She pressed a couple of buttons and it expanded as she tossed it into the middle of the clearing. Her hands were shaking as she pulled out some bandages, entering the unfolded tent.
She kissed his cheek before taking a deep breath and turning back towards the tent. "Okay. Go. You need to go."
The group left quickly, leaving behind the others as they moved through the forest. The trees were tall and ominous, their pine needles muffling their footsteps on the ground. Dylan spoke up. “Alright. We’re going to have to get quiet pretty soon, so we might as well learn names in the meantime. I’m Lucille Dylan. Please just call me Dylan. I’m the team’s demolitions expert and second in command.” The boy with curious eyes spoke, his voice warm and reassuring. “My name’s Gavin Clarke. I’m the team’s heavy weapons....” He trailed off, his brow furrowed. “...guy, I guess. I don’t know my official title. I like mini guns.” A woman with raven black hair and brown eyes frowned, her head tilted in a similar way as Poppy’s did when she was feeling stubborn. She eyed Gavin reproachfully before speaking. “I’m Laurel Beckett. I’m the team’s scout.”
Francis frowned, feeling that this was unnecessary. Nonetheless, he ran his hand through his hair and spoke. "I'm Francis Craw. I don't have any set expertise, considering I've been participating in situations similar to these for around ten years. Jack of all trades, you could say."
