ROYALIST VANGUARD
Since Alifax and Sarcel had captured Byakko and a yellowblood, the journey through the swamp was quiet and relatively uneventful. Aside from a few more unfortunate run-ins with the wildlife, they had not encountered any trouble; nor had they encountered any more of the Phoenix Initiative.
Clenching his teeth, Kursha glanced down at the TPS. He knew at least one or two more were in the area. He and Lorata had spent the last couple of nights backtracking east and west across the map, trying to predict where their target would show up, and yet so far
nothing. His patience was wearing thin.
Lost in thought, he clipped the TPS back onto his belt. Then suddenly he stopped. Just now, when he looked he could have sworn... He grabbed the device and stared down at the screen. The screen had been blank. A momentary panic descended over him. Without the TPS, he had as good as lost in this jungle.
“What the hell?” he said, frantically knocking against the side.
“Don't you dare burn out on me now, you piece of s**t.” After giving it a vicious shake the screen buzzed back into life. He sighed with relief, watching as the dots reappeared. For now, they still had the upper-hand. There was no telling how long that would last though.
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