Tami muttered a curse over her shoulder. Her friends had gotten almost as reckless as she was. That wouldn't do. They were on a mission, not one that she could just jump in and save them if they got stuck in a rough spot.
The First and Fifth New York needed to know what the people one of their patrols had stumbled over were about. The patrol, which had consisted of a couple of her friends, had reported sightings of a fairly large camp. Supposedly it seemed to operate a lot like their own, but Captain Williams and Captain Rushmore was always safe and, therefore, barely ever sorry.
"Ashton, Johnson, you two circle around and see how many sentries they have set. Benbow, you and Kayla stay here and wait for them to report back, keep an eye on my back and if there's any trouble go back and warn the captains." Tami knew that she was going to do something stupid, her friends could probably sense it too. But, that was the norm.
"And what's your part in this, Tam?" Tyler Benbow looked at her, an eyebrow cocked suspiciously.
"I'm going to see if I can slip in and catch some noise about what their plans are, and hopefully who they are." She gave a small shrug, trying to pull off nonchalance even though her heart was pounding.
Ashton sighed and stepped toward her, reaching to the back of her neck he pulled her hood strategically up her neck to cover her metal spikes. He and Ariel, who was back at camp, were the only others with spikes that hadn't gone away. Tyler Benbow and about seven others had been rescued with them, but apparently the longer you were harnessed, the more permanent the spikes were. "Try not to get yourself into too much trouble."
"It's the razorbacks' jobs to save us, don't mess that up." Tyler Johnson growled, ever sarcastic. But Tami knew he meant it affectionately.
So then they split up, Benbow climbed up into a tree to get a good vantage point, Kayla slipped in under some brush, and Ashton took the lead as he and Johnson started on their trail. Tami chuckled a little, knowing they would end up arguing over which paths to take and whatnot, but they were a good pair, both all duty and Tami kept them close because they were pretty loyal.
As she started through the trees as quietly as she could, Tami tugged at her hood, just to make sure she was covered. It wasn't hard to slip past a group of rough looking people, all armed and leaning on some vehicle. After that nobody seemed to pay her much mind. A few people gave her funny glances, but she figured it was because they were trying to figure out why they didn't recognize her. She rounded a big tent that was in what seemed to be the center of the camp and felt her mouth drop open a little.
There was a boy standing with his back to her, and she saw spikes sticking out of his neck just above the collar of his jacket. The men that were talking to him were all in a circle around a table with maps laid out on them. Tami knew this had to be important because they were all dressed as soldiers and they all kept calling one of them "Captain Weaver." So she slipped back into the shadow that the canvas of the tent cast and settled in to listen.
