[Team Secret is following protocols like any other effective and well-behaved secret co-op. They've landed the jet and left its cloak on, with plenty of trekking ahead of them. That was about an hour ago - they've taken to the trees and are avoiding any trails at all, sticking to the thick growth for necessary cover.
They are bundled up out of necessity and shivering; it's cold and getting dark and they still have ground to cover. Exactly how much, none of them are entirely sure. All the have is a direction: up.
Every one in awhile Julian flies up past the impossibly tall trees to take a gander at their surroundings, check for smoke or any indication of life in the distance. He's floating back down from another scouting surveillance; he avoids a branch and lands easily on his feet.]
TEAM SNEAKY OVER HERE
They are bundled up out of necessity and shivering; it's cold and getting dark and they still have ground to cover. Exactly how much, none of them are entirely sure. All the have is a direction: up.
Every one in awhile Julian flies up past the impossibly tall trees to take a gander at their surroundings, check for smoke or any indication of life in the distance. He's floating back down from another scouting surveillance; he avoids a branch and lands easily on his feet.]
Campfire. Several miles. To the north.