The patrol diamonds spread out across Eloy's HUD overlay, five red markers shifting from a tight cluster into a fan pattern that fanned across the eastern ridge. Seven minutes had passed, three kilometers covered, and the diamonds had already managed four.
[coldfront44]: faster than standard patrol rotation
[ghostrunner_x]: that's a search grid. not rotation.
[speedGoblin_]: they know you went south eloy!
"Left fork," Isolde said.
Her voice had no weight to it, but Eloy's feet turned before his brain could properly process the words. The cairn trail split into two faint paths through the scrub grass, and she'd picked the lower one.
Memory still functional, then.
His ankle throbbed on the third step after the turn.
The terrain roughened as they went, bare stone plates breaking through the grass at angles that caught the pre-dawn grey and threw it sideways. Cold air scraped his throat, and his breath came out in small, vanishing clouds.
[ DEVIATION SENSE ACTIVE ]
