Poppy soon followed, the force field stirring her hair slightly. Gavin followed behind and Penelope set off at a slight jog, clearly expecting them to follow.
Poppy pulled her hair back and followed, her brow furrowed as she thought. They ran in silence for quite a while, not heading towards the plains but instead heading deeper within the woods. Penelope’s mouth was set in a hard line and her eyes were alert.
She eventually slowed to a stop, beckoning them all closer. “We’re going into this camp up ahead,” she said quietly. “It should be fairly empty, but there will certainly be a few scouts there. Do what you have to do.”
Poppy pulled out her dart guns, glancing at Francis nervously as the group broke apart. “You promised,” she muttered under her breath as they headed for the clearing.
She gave him a quick kiss as they followed Penelope, gripping her gun so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “I love you, Craw,” she told him quietly, loading the darts into the chamber.
Penelope peered around the corner and took a deep breath. “Alright. It looks like there are about 13 of them. We need to kill them quick and get out. Understood?”
The scouts in the camp seemed surprised by their attack, but immediately began to fight back, firing back with bullets that whizzed past.
The bullets that whizzed past seemed to be ineffective with the team ducking behind cover and shooting back. Various scouts fell and their number decreased. Poppy knelt next to him, reloading her dart gun.
She looked up at him and opened her mouth to speak. At that moment, Francis would see a scout come up behind Poppy and lift his gun, aiming to shoot at her back.
