Night fell quickly. There was so much to do that daylight had already begun to fade by the time their new base of operations had been set up.
The new camp had been exceptionally easy to make, simply because they didn’t really make one. Two hours of hiking had put the surviving members of Team Flagbearer close to the boundary of their exercise area, and only 20 minutes from the supply trail. Sven insisted that they be close to their supply route, and that they stay far from their old base camp.
It wasn’t at all comfortable. The whole team was stuck in a narrow channel that appeared to have been created by runoff during periods of heavy rain. It was extremely controversial as well, going back into a hard to defend hole, but Sven had pointed out that there would be no defending for the time being. They were hiding, and if found, running.
To that end, several bushes were actually dug up and replanted around the more exposed areas. The supplies were kept packed and close at hand, and 4 team members were standing 100 meters out at all times, hoping to raise an early warning if they were found.
A lot of leaf litter was piled over the supplies when they left, almost appearing natural with how the mounds sat against the inside of bends in a gulley. Dusk had fallen, but there was no sign of rain, so the supplies would be fine as long as they weren’t discovered.
The forest started to darken long before the sky, concealing the group of 5th years as they carefully picked their way toward the old camp site, taking a slightly circuitous route to throw off anyone who might find their trail.
Thousands of stars were glittering in the sky when they finally made it to the tree line along the base of the hill. Everything was bathed in bright moonlight, but nothing stirred. There was no sign of life anywhere, not even a glow of light nor the slightest sound from within.
They had circled around to try and hide the direction they were coming from, putting the escape tunnel between their location and the area of the hill that had been repeatedly attacked in the past.
Yaric was given the task of scouting the top of the hill, while the others all waited at the bottom, scanning their old fortifications for any sign of movement or any indication that Yaric had been spotted.
It didn’t take long for him to make it up to the top of the hill.
There was virtually no cover, not even from the darkness you would usually expect at night. Faced with such an exposed approach, Yaric decided to move up as quickly as he could. Once at the top, Yaric started making his way around the foot of the wall, moving slowly and carefully, doing his best to remain undetected. He paused frequently, listening for the sound of any ambushers left behind.
Once he had covered a few dozen meters, he moved back the way he had come, until he got to the halfway point. That was where he chose to climb the wall, crawling over the edge and picking his way across the hacked-up barricades.
Nothing up top had been burnt, but someone had taken an axe to every single stake that formed their defenses, even the ropes that bound them together where chopped into short pieces. Yaric spent over 20 minutes making his way all around the top of the hill, looking for any signs of an ambush, but he made it around and back to his starting point without finding a thing.
Two dozen dark figures crept out of the woods when he waved back down. Yaric didn’t wait, choosing to check on the building below. He half expected to hear the twang of a bow coming from one of the deep shadows cast by the building and hillside, but nothing happened. Obviously, he should have started making his way around again, so he could descend where the shadow provided better cover, but it was too late for that now.
The entrance was dark, a solid wall of black. No sound came from within. A strong smell of smoke hung in the air however, and it seemed to be coming from inside the building. It was definitely stronger by the entrance. That was good news in a way, as it would be extremely unlikely that anyone would smoke their own ambush out.
Stepping through with sword drawn, Yaric crept into the sinister looking gap between their palisade wall and the building’s. He was immediately swallowed by the inky darkness of the interior, forcing him to pause until his eyes adjusted. The smell of smoke was much stronger here, and here he was able to see just how much of their wall had been ripped down. It was hard to see from outside, but from inside he could see the starry sky shining through many columns, where the attackers had managed to chop down parts of the wall.
Yaric carefully checked each room as he passed, looking for any sign of a hidden attacker. Climbing the stairs was nerve racking; Yaric felt completely exposed in the wide staircase, and the upstairs corridor seemed like the yawning mouth of a cave, even darker than it was below.
Nothing stirred upstairs either, but the sound of his teammates below let him know that they had all arrived as well. Feeling much more confident, Yaric straightened his back when he turned around, and began making his way back down as if he were strolling through his dorm room. There was nothing to be afraid of, who would be nervous in an empty building? His arms still trembled very slightly, flushed with adrenaline after creeping through the building.
The interior had been stripped of most supplies. No weapons or food remained, and piles of ash and embers lay where coils of rope once stood. None of the tools were in the storage rooms either, but their possessions were all still intact. Sort of.
Everything had been searched, leaving clothes and personal belongings strewn about. Bags had been tipped out, containers opened and their contents thrown around, but everything was still there, and nothing had been excessively damaged.
“Quickly,” Sven whispered loudly, almost loud enough to make whispering pointless. “You five, and you three,” he said, pointing to 2 groups of silhouettes, “go up the hill and keep watch. We are going to have to light torches, or we won’t have any chance of sorting this mess out before sunrise.”
No one argued, and all 8 quickly made their way out. It was the rest of the team that struggled to follow Sven’s orders.
“Uhhh… Sven?” Yaric eventually whispered. “There are no torches, everything was burnt or taken. There isn’t even any dry wood left.”
“Let’s go outside and see what we can find,” he eventually replied.
They made their way back to the entrance and around the palisade wall, looking around. Very little wood was kept inside their hollow, and the firewood that had been there was now nothing but ash. The only option was the wooden stakes back up at the top of the hill, so the two friends started making their way up the slope to fetch them.
“Uh hah!” someone shouted, far too loudly for the dark and quiet night. Sven and Yaric both ran back down and into the camp building.
They were greeted by a steady white beam coming from one of the bunk rooms.
“Found it!” came the excited whisper from inside, as the person responsible for the earlier shout stepped into the corridor.
Vano stood there beaming, his lighting stone resting on his upturned palm and casting a bright beam of light onto the ceiling. He took a moment to look between them, obviously enjoying the look of surprise on their faces.
“Come!” he said, still talking far too loudly. “I’ll help everyone find their own, then we can just use these!”
It wasn’t as easy as it sounded, trying to find the small discs amongst the piles of clothing and belongings, but they only needed to find one for each room in the end. One person stood holding a light on the ceiling, while the rest sorted their own things as quickly as they could, packing everything as they went. Varying the amount of arcana channeled through the lighting stone varied the brightness, allowing the students to light up the entire room with a bright beam on the ceiling.
The first people to finish were sent to relieve the lookouts, who then came back and started sorting out their own belongings. All of the remaining clothing and items were packed randomly into the unclaimed bags, for their teammates to sort out and claim when they returned.
Nothing else was taken. They all had bedrolls from the journey over, and none of the bedding would hold up very well out in the forest. They had everything they needed.
So instead, they started another fire, this time burning their own bedding. Every personal item was cleared out, and everything else went up in flames.
Yaric took the opportunity to slip down into the tunnel, using his own lighting stone to inspect the shaft, but there wasn’t much to see. Just 5 meters up, the tunnel was caved in, mostly with dirt from the walls. Thick clouds of smoke drifted through the gap at the top.
“They filled it in?” Sven asked from behind him.
“It looks like they collapsed the sides. It’s weird though, there’s smoke coming down the tunnel.”
“What’s weird about that? Smoke can sink when it cools, remember. Besides, I don’t think that’s happening here, look how thick it is,” he replied, pointing. “I bet that’s where the rest of our firewood went. The wood will obviously block up our tunnel, but if they started a fire and collapsed the tunnel behind it, I bet the fire would smolder for days. I’m sure it’s impossible to breath in there now.”
“That’s a lot of trouble just to eliminate our tunnel though. They already know where the entrance is by now.”
“Sure, but it’s not that different to what we did to their camp. Our tunnel frustrated their plans, so they destroyed it. And it made a lot of our work pointless.”
“Not pointless,” Yaric grinned, “it already did what it was supposed to.”
“Ha ha! Yes! And this was all they could do to get us back.”
“We could still clear this out easily though. The walls aren’t bad, and if we open up the top for a bit, we can just clear it out. They should have collapsed the ceiling, that would have destroyed everything.”
“They tried. Didn’t you see the hole up top? It looks like they got down to the logs and discovered that they are a lot wider than the tunnel. You have to dig the whole width of the logs to get them out, so they did this instead, it’s so much easier. Who knows, maybe the fire burnt through some of them and caused a collapse anyway.”
Yaric nodded and turned back to continue his inspection. “If we clear out the dirt some of the burning wood will probably roll down. It won’t take much work to fix this.”
“Come on,” Sven said, beckoning him. “None of this matters, we aren’t staying here anymore. I want to leave as soon as possible anyway.”
Yaric followed Sven back out, to find that the rest of their team waiting and ready to go. They all had at least two bags, and a few were carrying three. It was time to leave.
Sven led his team back to the top of the hill, and signaled to the lookouts to make their way around and join them. Then Yaric was sent back down the other side to scout out the forest below.
Yaric handed over both of the bags he was carrying, and jumped over the edge of their wall, listening to Sven as he started dividing the rest of his teammates into groups of six.
The trip down was very quick, and he quickly slipped into the deeper gloom between the tree trunks. Nothing stirred, leaving the whole forest feeling almost unnaturally quiet. There was no sign of anyone in the surrounding area either.
Holding his lighting stone against a tree, with his other hand covering the opposite side, Yaric channeled some arcana to send a brief flash back up the hill.
Half a dozen shadows crawled over the wall at his signal, quickly making their way down. They had obviously received instructions before coming down, because none of them paused or said a word, they just went straight past Yaric and split up, heading deeper into the trees.
Yaric signaled again. Three more groups made their way down over the next 10 minutes, until the entire team was assembled just inside the forest.
“You go ahead, we’ll follow in 5 minutes,” Sven whispered.
They took a different route back, hoping to keep a clear path from forming. Luckily the forest floor was not exactly conducive to creating easy to see paths.
Sven quickly banned the use of the lighting stones when they got back. More than one person had already tried to use them to find things in their bags, and Sven was determined to keep their location secret at all costs.
It wasn’t hard to enforce in the end. Besides being blindingly obvious when someone used one, sometimes literally, it had also been a really long day. They had started working on their camp before sunup, fought a team made up of older students, then raided another camp themselves - all before lunch! Then they located and settled in a new camp of their own, and had now just spent half the night raiding their old camp. That’s all without taking the emotional toll into account... Everyone was exhausted.
Lookout duty was rough, but the people who had their shifts after Yaric's had it even worse. They were each woken from a deep sleep, and then had to stumble out of their little gulley and stand quietly for an hour, looking into the darkness.
It was also much more stressful out here. The sounds that had been missing from the forest around their old camp were audible all around. Leaves constantly rustled on the forest floor, bark scraped, owls were surprisingly common, and insects made an incessant racket. It was enough to keep anyone on edge.
The new day dawned far too early for everyone, but there was nothing they could do about it. On the plus side, they also didn’t have all that much that they could do about anything else.
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Sven was absolutely adamant that they remain undiscovered, and he wasn’t willing to risk team members when they were only at half strength. Some still had simulated injuries to deal with as well.
Instead, Sven had their stolen supplies sorted through and divided into smaller parcels. Then he tasked some of them with exploring their surroundings, trying to build a better picture of the area and the terrain features. They also spent an hour burying small caches of supplies in out of the way places.
Once most of the work had been done, Sven allowed half the team to get some more sleep, with the other half to follow after they had a couple of hours. No one was in the best of spirits, sleeping on the ground and with half their team missing, but Sven knew that a lack of sleep was a big part of it as well. Everyone would be well rested by the next day, and their KIA teammates would be returning as well.
There was still one celebration, however.
Just after midday, Gerrick came jogging into their hidden camp, a wide smile across his face.
“You guys have to come see this!” he said, grinning.
Those who were still awake all followed, moving slightly uphill to where Gerrick had been keeping watch.
“Look over there!” he exclaimed, pointing at a gap in the trees downhill of their position.
Thick clouds of smoke were rising up in the distance, across a very wide area. The smoke seemed to get thicker even as they watched.
“That’s our old camp!” he said excitedly. “Someone has gone back and set fire to the barricades around the hill!”
Yaric was confused about why he would be so happy that their camp was on fire, and even more confused when he saw the grinning faces all around him.
“They must have been so pissed!”
“Ha ha! They’ve gone all the way back just to burn what’s left!”
“Do you know how much work it would take to set everything on fire? We have barricades and stakes around the whole hill!”
Everyone was ecstatic at the reaction they had caused.
“Don’t get too excited,” Sven said, smiling at his team’s enthusiasm. “They were probably just going back to replace their bedding, we burnt theirs, remember. They don’t even have spare clothes anymore.”
“And we burnt our bedding too! They went all the way back for ashes!”
“Yeah!”
Half the team were shouting by now, celebrating their success and leaving Sven desperately trying to get everyone to quieten down. They were all too exhilarated by the thought of how hard they had hit the other team, however, and Sven struggled.
He wasn’t trying too hard though, since he knew his team needed this. They wouldn’t normally celebrate making life difficult for another team, but The Dragons had attacked them twice, and forced them from their base camp. Half of their friends were also missing because of those guys.
They made their way back without quietening down much. Everyone was too thrilled by the thoughts of their revenge, and they all started competing with each other, coming up with imaginative reactions from the other team.
Team Flagbearer quieted quickly when it was mentioned that the other team would be looking for them though, and even more so when it was pointed out how frustrating it would be for them when they didn’t find anything. This lit a fire under everyone, and the rest of the team became almost more obsessive about staying concealed than Sven.
A lingering exhaustion helped as well, especially when those who had seen the smoke took their turns to sleep. Unfortunately, they also mentioned what had happened to those who had just been woken up. They all insisted on going to look for themselves, and were just as excited when they came back.
Food was eaten quietly that evening, and everyone was alert to anything that would give their location away. Silence hung heavy over the camp, but people would occasionally grin at one another, thinking about how they had so thoroughly outmaneuvered an older team.
The next morning was much better. The whole team was rested, and they would have their missing teammates returned to them. Even better, they quickly realized that they would be seeing them even earlier than expected. The plan was to meet the supply drop close to where they entered the training range, which was 2-3 hours away from their old camp, depending on how quickly you travelled.
Team Flagbearer's reunion was surprisingly tense at first. The surviving members hid the provisions they had left at their campsite and made their way to the supply trail early. They still had to keep hidden, so they settled themselves along the edge of the trail, hidden by some particularly dense underbrush, and waited in silence for almost an hour.
Eventually, the sounds of people talking started to filter through the trees, and Yaric quickly confirmed that it was their supply drop. The porters were walking side by side down the wide path, with two dozen ‘reinforcements’ following behind and talking amongst each other.
The sight of twenty armed students stepping out into the path did not go down well.
“Attack! To the front!” Anton yelled, rallying his teammates and leading them to the front of the porters. They all drew their swords and locked shields, facing the people who had stopped them.
“Relax!” Sven shouted, just before an arrow flew through the group. “STOP!” he yelled in panic.
Shields were quickly lowered when they realized who it was that stood down the trail in front of them, exposing a lot of red faces.
“Uh… sorry… we didn’t realize it was you.”
“No need to apologize,” Sven said, sounding just as embarrassed. “That was my fault, I didn’t think to warn you.”
The rest of the team ran around him, eager to reunite with their friends and feeling foolish just standing there. That broke the tension between both groups. There were a lot of questions thrown back and forth, leaving the poor porters to stand around and wait. None of them complained, however, as it was apparent that they would be offloading very early and heading back almost immediately.
“We thought we were coming back to relieve a siege,” Anton explained.
“What do you mean?”
“None of us saw what happened after we were killed. We just heard shouting and celebrating behind us.”
“But you knew about the tunnel though?” Yaric pointed out questioningly.
“Yeah, but they were still celebrating when the paralysis ended. Some of them were even laughing at us when we started leaving.”
“I was told that they were smoking you out of the building,” someone else added. “The guy who was laughing at me was busy pulling out stakes saying that they needed them for the fire.”
“Well they were trying to smoke us out,” Sven replied. “But we had already left through the tunnel by then. They just didn’t know.”
“Ah… so you were probably gone before we could move again. We knew you were all still alive, because none of you joined us, but we thought you were all trapped in our camp.”
“Nope, we escaped safe and sound. About the camp though…”
The returning team members were dismayed to hear what had happened to their camp, but they set off another round of celebrations when they found out about the raid that had followed. Everyone found the assault hilarious, especially when they heard about the reaction the following day. They were also grateful to hear about the rescue of their belongings, and eager to get back and sort their things out.
“We just need to get our supplies and have the packs handed out, then we can go,” Sven informed them.
“Ahhh…” Anton said hesitantly. “So, we thought you guys might be under siege, so we all took bigger shields,” he informed Sven, hefting his large circular shield as he spoke, “to go with our swords. And we all have bows. None of us brought spears with us, we thought we would just use the spares later.”
“That’s not an issue. It’s good actually, you guys are better equipped for the kind of fighting I have planned. We will need to get something similar to what you have. How many bows in total?”
“Twenty five, with three quivers for each.”
Sven just smiled and turned to people delivering their things.
“Thanks for the delivery. Just to let you know in advance, we will probably be meeting you here from now on. Not in this exact spot, but close to the boundary.”
A large man with an impressive beard put his load down and stepped forward, holding out his hand with a big smile.
“Thanks for the warning. I doubt anyone here will complain. It won’t earn you much extra though, it’s not allowed.”
“Haha,” Sven laughed, shaking his hand. “I hadn’t even thought of that. But any extra is good. I just didn’t want to surprise you next time.”
“That’s ok, we all have those shield making things like you lot. It’s just that none of us are used to being shot at, it’s always on the back of our minds when we come in here. We are considered participants you know.”
The rest of the team started loading up with the supplies, while Sven planned out the next delivery. They would no longer need much in the way of tools, but they needed a lot more food and equipment.
“I need 9 days’ worth of food, how much space will that take up after adding the extra weight we get by meeting you early?”
“That’s about 2 thirds of the space. You sure you want that much? We’re still coming every 3 days for a while yet.”
“Yes, we need to create some food caches. We can’t wait until the drops are ten days apart.”
“Alright, your choice.”
“Also, another 10 bows, and 65 quivers.”
“So many arrows? That would use up almost all the space you have left. I think you’ll be surprised with how much space those quivers take up.”
“I want 4 for each bow, so another 25 for the bows we got today, and 40 for the ones you bring next time. I guess we don’t need them all right away though…” he added thoughtfully. “OK, 10 bows and 20 quivers.”
Sven proceeded to add a few shovels and axes, a lot of rope, and several sheets of waterproof canvas. He had to leave the extra bedrolls and canteens for the next drop, along with the shields he wanted everyone to change to.
Finally done, Sven said his goodbye's and joined his team, heading back to their hidden campsite.
Those who had just returned were a little anxious, not knowing what to expect, but no one said anything to push their expectations higher.
It was a little cramped with the full team sitting in the same gulley. Sven was now able to put 10 lookouts on duty at a time, which helped to reduce the pressure in their little camp. Splitting up the supplies and hiding them in small caches also improved things a lot.
Late afternoon saw the whole team huddled together, just outside their little gulley, discussing their plans going forward.
“The first thing we need to do is build a proper map, just like we originally planned. Yaric, Chelsea and Delmar, I need you three to range out and find the other camps. See what you can find out. The rest of us will look for alternatives to our ravine. We need a place to fall back to if we’re found.”
“Or if it rains!” Chelsea added.
“Yes,” Sven replied, smiling, “or if it rains.”
He looked around the team, making eye contact with everyone before continuing. “The plan is to first find where everyone is camped, then wait for them to attack someone else. Or to get attacked.”
“You all saw what happened with our own camp. We managed to fight off the first attack, and that’s how we got our second flag. I want to try and join in an assault as a 3rd party.”
“You want to make an alliance?” someone queried.
“Haha, no. I don’t mean joining in at the start. We will wait for the fight to be over first. Either the attackers win, and we only have to take the survivors, or the defenders win, and we can take whatever's left of them. No one leaves their flags behind remember, not when they have so few people left behind to defend it.”
There was a lot of excitement over the plan, moving from defense to offense. They were all sick of sitting and watching attackers come and go as they pleased. Even better, the major concern around attacking was the fact that the defenders would be fortified, and they wouldn’t have the minimum 3 to 1 advantage an attacker aimed for. If anything, the numbers would usually be slightly in the defenders’ favor, on top of the fortifications.
“Don’t forget, we need a few things to go right for this to work. First is information. The scouts will be doing the reconnaissance for us, but we need good results. Camp locations, defenses, flag situation, current numbers… there are a lot of things that could influence our attacks.”
“The second thing is staying hidden. We have nowhere to run to if we’re found. All we can do is keep running, so secrecy is crucial. Care must be taken whenever we leave a campsite, and whenever we come back. We can’t afford to be followed. That’s also why I want to find several sites, so we can keep switching them up.”
The whole team was eager to get started, but it was already too late to get anything else done. The supplies were cached in hidden locations, and everyone was clear on what needed to be done. All they could do now was rest while they waited for dawn.
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Yaric stepped carefully through the undergrowth. The forest floor was hot despite being shaded from the midday sun. Gerrick’s information regarding camp locations had been very good, and Yaric had already found three other base camps.
Their locations were all shocking, to the point that Yaric was convinced they had each been built by mages. It was too implausible for an area to have 8 locations that bad, all around a central point.
One of them had been fairly hidden, like their own base camp had been, but even quieter camps still made a lot of noise, and he already had a good idea of where to look. The third had been the easiest to find. By that point Yaric literally went straight to the worst possible location in the area the camp was expected to be, and that was exactly where it was.
Cormac had been sent straight across to the other side of the exercise area, so Yaric was confident that everything further on would be well covered. He decided that it would be better to make his way back instead of continuing forward, only more slowly. He would scout out a wider area and take more detailed notes about the terrain. By the time he got back, his rough map was filled with additional notes.
Sven pored over the maps, combining all of the information from each of them. The camps were marked very accurately, some by more than one scout, and additional features were had been marked all over. Yaric had found two different supply trails, or at least the parts where he had crossed them. Chelsea and Cormac had found one each as well, and they all had features like rivers or larger hills marked too.
Notes on the camp defenses were scribbled across the pages. There wasn’t a lot of detail, but just explaining the basics took up a lot of space. Lastly, Cormac had spotted one of the teams returning to their camp. They didn’t look like they had been victorious, but they were still carrying two flags with them.
Team Flagbearer spent the rest of the day going over the maps. Five copies were eventually made, combining the notes of all three scouts. Then each team member spent time going over everything, trying to build a clear picture of the current situation. By the time that evening fell, they were all feeling confident in their knowledge of the general layout.
The next day was spent watching. All three scouts went out again, making for the three furthest camps, while four others were assigned to watch the closest two on each side, including their previous attackers.
It was surprising how little most of them learned. Five of the camps had no movement beyond people leaving to cut wood or fetch water. The sixth camp had everyone marching out in force, reportedly being led by Chris, making one camp leader known, but they were empty handed when they returned. No one else had seen Chris’s team arrive at the camp they were watching, and they had no sign of having fought a battle.
The seventh camp was a complete unknown; Trevor didn’t return.
“All right, I think we can safely assume that Trevor was killed or captured. He could have been caught anywhere along the way, but he was supposed to be watching the other 6th year team next to us, so it’s almost certainly them.”
“I think we can afford to wait one more day and find out, since the next supply drop is tomorrow. He’ll be with them if he was killed, and we can get the last of the equipment that we need. In the meantime, I want to have a plan for the day after. When we launch our first attack!”
Muted cheers greeted Sven’s announcement. They all had the need for stealth deeply ingrained by now.
“The day after that would be better,” Yaric suggested. “Rather wait 2 days.”
“I don’t think we would gain anything with one more day of spying.”
“It’s not about planning or preparation, I just think we should make our first attack the day before we get another supply drop. Then we get our casualties back almost right away.”
“Huh…” Chelsea said, “that also could mean our opponents have less people. It would be just before they get their replacements, so if they had anyone killed recently, they would still be missing. Actually, it will be when everyone is at their lowest number.”
“That too,” Yaric said, laughing.
“Ok, I agree. We pick Trevor up with our supplies, find out what happened, and make some new supply caches. Then we still have the next day to finish our planning.”
It was already late by this time, so there wasn’t a lot of time spent with nothing to do. That wasn’t true when the sun rose the next morning, with the whole team voting to leave early and wait for the supply drop. No one wanted to keep sitting around and staring at trees.
Instead, they ended up sitting around and staring at different trees, waiting next to the path. It took three hours for them to arrive, though this time the greeting went much better.
Trevor was with them, fully equipped and quickly running over as soon as they showed themselves. Yaric noted that he had an extra quiver over his shoulder.
“Sorry!” he called.
“Stop. Why does everyone say sorry when they get killed?”
“They caught me when I was on the way back. Hardly anyone left their camp throughout the whole day, but I still managed to run into 2 of them when I tried to leave.”
“Were they looking for us?”
“No, they were definitely hunting. They shot me in the back out of nowhere, but they were laughing about catching different prey this time. They also warned me not to hunt in their territory when they took my bow.”
“So they didn’t know you were spying on their camp?” Sven asked eagerly.
“Nope!” Trevor had a big smile on his face as he fished around in a pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. “They took all my weapons, but they didn’t search me. I still have my notes!” he said smugly.
“Anything interesting?”
Trevor’s face fell a little. “Not in the notes, no. But when they were taunting me one of them said he thought it would be easy to beat us if our team tried to take their flag next, so I’m sure they have one!”
Sven looked around at the teammates who had gathered around them. They were all watching him excitedly. “Well, everyone, I’m thinking we might have our next target!”