Riley's POV
The heavy, alien helmet felt strange on my head, pressing down on my ears, muffling the sounds of the bustling camp just slightly. My heart hammered against my ribs, a continuous pounding against the stolen outlander uniform. Every instinct screamed to run, to shed this disguise and jet away, but I forced myself to stand tall, to project an air of calm I was far from feeling. This was it. No turning back now.
We stood just outside the cluster of tents and makeshift structures, the air thick with the metallic tang of their technology and a faint, acrid smell I couldn't quite place. Karl, and the other three warriors, now similarly disguised, looked like distorted versions of themselves. The helmets seem to be a blessing. It help hide the fear within—at least I can say that fo
