Little Mo would creep back from the wild, somewhat annoyed. He had to swim to shore and then swim back to the Ship. The Ship from the South had come to the eastern side of the Island, from his knowledge. Eadric wanted to know if the place they docked was fine, it wasn't. This entire Island was swarming with different factions. There was no safe place on this Island. However, this spot was good for gather materials due to the Mine not that far from the shore. It was old, untouched for many years, but it was evident that it could still be of use. It was advised to not bring the Ship too close to shore, instead make a makeshift dock for the rowboats. Eadric agreed with Little Mo and after a few hours what was needed was constructed. Eadric seemed to not just bring fighters from the South. Many of those around were just normal workers, hired for simple tasks.
Feeling like his job was complete Little Mo planned to head out, just to explore. However, he was stopped. They were at the edge of the forest. "Eadric took a group to the others on the Island, but he wanted you to keep scouting this area. This spot is good for materials, but if you find another mine please let us know. This one is almost tapped dry. And with us having to reinforce the inside, it would be better to try and find another instead."
It wasn't night time yet, few hours of daylight remained. Little Mo had half the mind to ignore the assistant, but it was promised he help during all times of daylight. "Okay."
He'd waste no time walking back into the forest. But he will only walk forward for a hour, enough distance away from the camp. As he stopped he'd do a few things. First, he'd let the smells of this land fill his nostrils and the sound of it's wildlife inhabit his ears. When he first arrived he didn't tread that far from the shore. As though he was assigned with scouting, he didn't do it that much in the past. So, he was just following what his Mother taught him in-case he was ever had to. 'Since I am doing this again, I should go over the basics again. Practice makes perfect.'
However, there wasn't time for all of that. There was soon the should of gun fire. The sound was familiar and had to have come from a rifle. Little Mo would look cling to a tree and scale it as quickly as possible. These trees were easier than the ones back on where he was born, so his climbing only took him a handful of seconds. Once perched at the top he scanned the sky, and waited. Soon another discharge would be heard and what he was looking for showed up. Birds flying away from that area was the most helpful way to understand where the fire originated. 'I should check that out.'
He'd leap from branch to branch. There was no sound of any weapons discharge; but the sound of clanking steel grew louder and louder. He'd stop not that far from the conflict. He assumed there were more, but he was able to see two groups locked into intense battle right now. Marines, distinguished by attire, had the advantage due to equipment and numbers against the robed individuals. This conflict of five versus three ended with the Marines having killed two and injured another. Little Mo sure not to move. As luck allowed for the Injured to rest under his tree.Three of the Marines began to check the bodies whilst two stood inches away from the Injured, one having their rifle trained on him. "How many are you guys up ahead?" The Marine would crouch down, so he was face to face with the Injured. In his left hand he had a small blade, a dagger, out and ready. It was ready to be used.
"...." His silence would cause the Marine to slap him.
"Come on, don't end up like the others. Tell me how many are up ahead. We aren't the raid team, so don't worry. We won't do anything." The Injured had a stab wound. And as the Marine spoke he applied pressure to it. Grunts weren't accompanied by screams. From this position Little Mo, hidden by the branches, couldn't see the face of the Injured. But, the Marine so the resolve in those eyes. But, it wasn't until spit came out did he punch the Injured in the face. Seconds followed of silence and building anger. So, the Marine would thrust the blade into the throat of the Injured. It calmed him as he let out a chuckle.
"I don't know why you even thought he'd speak. Besides, look at the robes. These guys weren't like the normal group the Raid team runs into. Probably to devote to give up anything. But, those things they were carrying look like offerings. There has to be something nearby. I wish we could just ask the Raid team to clear the area ahead, but Sal wants us to scout ahead. So no more of this stopping and talking. Just kill each person not dressed in white and blue." The Man that spoke was different from the others. His voice was commanding but not demanding. Little Mo could see him, as he stood behind the other two by the corpse. However, he made a slight movement. Making the branch shake just slightly. The one with the rifle would have their weapon raised by the one to speak. "Fire!"
