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When they came to the twilight forest with all the spray painted trees Quin gave a set of new orders.

"Turn this thing around, deploy your men but be ready to keep your lives and make a dash back to the camp. If that way is block fall back up into the mountains and we'll fortify you as we can. We need to consolidate our holdings."

Jumping from the cab to the ground would have hurt anyone's legs and feet, so Quin climbed down like any sane person and ordered his men out of the back.

The miners had taken the Twilight Forest.

[From dead woods]
It was a long walk, and by the time he was through to a slightly drier area he was on the bike.

This made it flat-out impossible to see a tripwire. What he did see was the truck, still waiting patiently. He waved gaudily, again using the mindset it was better to hail than be shot at, and approached.

Then there was gunfire, snaps in the distance.
The driver's face changed to worry, and Jacob remounted the bike.
"Watch for the wires!" Shouted the driver as Jacob moved on past. He shouted back "Radio ahead for me!" Even as his feet came down on the priming pedal, and the bike started off. It was going to be a bumpy ride for speeds sake...
And he hoped his fellows kept their eyes open. Otherwise, there was a huge potential for suck.

Another squad gone, damn, must be some ******** brutal monsters out there to take them so easily. That or Skinner had just picked up a bunch of welfare bums and given them guns. Considering some of the troops that was a fare estimate.

Well he didn't have time to worry about that.

Shouyin walked deeper into the forest, switching frequencies back to the miners' wavelength as he increased his pace to a light run. He wasn't sure about the activity at ruins, but he was getting closer, and figured he should be prepped in case it exploded in their faces.

Because sadly, that was rather likely to happen.

It was a darker part of the forest. This suited his mood.

The fight was over. He'd done little again.

He was wet, and still had some mud on him that he couldn't get off. And he had no idea where he was going, or what the hell he planned to do.

The soaked green coat's long tails swept back, he walked with his hands in his pockets, his goggles still over his eyes. The greaves squelched on the inside, but no longer on the outside at least, coated lightly with fresh swamp mud. And that black hat, soaked and looking slightly more brown now, adorned his head, still hiding white hair with all the more subdued colors he wore.

So basically, anyone who wasn't specifically watching for someone to come from his direction might hear the wet sounds of him walking, or smell all that swamp filth, but they weren't going to randomly chance to see him, not very likely.

At least it was friendly territory they were passing through.

Kalis still wasn't wasting anytime. He was far from home, and not wanting to meet up with anyone.

Pulling his coat and hat back on for camoflauge, as before, he ran straight into and through the forest, headed straight through, not wandering, toward the mountains, which would hopefully be a safer way around Miner land and back home.

Familiar territory, but they weren't going to go the normal way. No, they had recieved a contact on the radio that something was going down about the ruins so they were going to head up from behind.