“Who would be giving us to whom?”
“Calling attention to us. Damned u-trans and its literalness.”
They headed for the clearing Jade had seen around the bend. It took fifteen minutes to get there, and Jade called for lunch as soon as they arrived. Fastal sank to the ground with a grateful sigh, and both silently tore into their food. As the worst of their hunger eased, Jade began to examine the clearing with more care.
“Jade Darcy, what are you searching for? Can I be of any assistance?”
“I’m looking for small markings or flags, usually brown and green with gold, that Commancor scouts use to mark special sites. If they’ve scouted this area and chosen it for headquarters, there should be some.”
Fastal rose, carrying the meat-stuffed leaves his race preferred for lunch, and began to walk
