Mission 01 - Recovery: Group 1

[cityship]

Cybil, Dr. McNinja, Dark Smoke Puncher, Plays-in-Traffic, One-Leaf-Ear, Geoff, and Dean all set off in one direction through the tall, skinny, blueish trees. Even the way the leaves rustles might have sounded a little different to some.

Occasionally, they came across strange trails in the underbrush, like a very small fire had scooted purposefully across the ground.

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[wantstobebatman.livejournal.com]

Possible human targeted nanites? Oh lord this just got more and more nightmarish.

"I'd say 'didn't like' is an understatement of epic proportions." He heaves a sigh and stands again, brushing his coat off a little. (Hopefully there's a way for him to launder it back on the ship because it still smells like 'angry river'.)

"Alright, along SIDE the road then."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoff blinked at the rest of his group slowly.

Weren't leaders in potentially dangerous, rather military situations supposed to make decisions?

Without debate and repetition of one man's suggestion?

Shaking his head (and dismissing the future as weird again), Geoff started trudging along parallel to the road, moving far enough away that he could easily dive for cover if needed. Someone would probably follow him, at least.