“Follow the trail,” the man said. “I’ll be behind you both.”
With Permac leaning slightly on Linsora for balance, the trio followed the narrow trail a short distance through the woods. The chest jacket lights were designed to illuminate a wide area. The beam dissipated into the brush on the narrow path, making the walking surface murky and Permac feel even more off balance.
“Do me a favor and don’t trip,” Permac said to the scarred face man behind him. “I’d hate to get this far only to be accidentally shot.”
“Just keep walking and pay attention to your own steps,” the man said.
Not soon enough, the light glinted off something solid, and they crashed through the last of the low-hanging branches into another small clearing where the transport was visible.
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