Heh, sorry for the corny title~
Martin looked up at the sound of his brother's excited laughter, squinting in the sunlight that was filtering through the trees that grew along the edge of the cliff. "They're all still here, Martin!" Chris announced as he peered into the large nest, counting four eggs in total.
Sighing in relief, Martin clambered further up the cliff face to share the view with his younger brother. "Aw, thank goodness. That was a terrible storm last night- I was afraid one of the little guys would take a tumble."
Chris nodded knowingly, reaching out to gingerly pat an egg. "Luckily golden eagles' nests are built so sturdy, and the cliff may have actually made a nice wind buffer." He observed.
"Plus the eggs themselves are pretty heavy," Martin considered.
"Golden Eagles are the largest raptors in North America." The younger Kratt announced knowingly by way of agreement.
"Yeah, speaking of large raptors... We may want to get out of here before mom and dad get impatient." Martin chuckled uneasily as his eyes followed the male golden eagle, swooping above the nest.
"Good call," Chris nodded with a sideways grin to his brother before expertly picking his way up the cliff to the top. Martin scrambled after, slightly struggling to keep up with the more experienced climber.
Having reached the top, the Kratts began picking their way back through the forest to find the Tortuga. "I can't wait for those eggs to hatch," Martin began chattering excitedly. "Then we can name them! Ooh, I can't wait!" Chris chuckled, bemused by his brother's eagerness.
As the Kratts got farther and farther from the nesting site, a stocky man in black turned to his camouflage-clad hunting partner. "What do you think, Cecilia?" He asked her in a low voice. With elegant flair, the woman gestured in the direction of the brothers.
"I think they'll be easy enough to work around, Trent. Our client requested a golden eagle, and we haven't disappointed a customer yet." She lowered her gaze. "If they prove to be a threat to our task, it should be simple enough to dispose of them." Trenton gave a cold, short laugh in response as he cocked the gun in his hands.
The pair rose to their feet and moved towards the nest...
