Everyone was confused. They didn’t understand what Martin meant by “another target.”
But by now, they trusted him completely, so no one questioned it further.
The group of a dozen men crouched quietly in the thick undergrowth, waiting in silence.
The night grew deeper. The forest around them was eerily still, yet Jason’s camp on the other side of the clearing was anything but quiet—screams and groans echoed through the night. Even the wild animals nearby scattered in fear.
Rustle, rustle—
Suddenly, from the opposite side of Jason’s camp, footsteps echoed through the darkness.
“Someone’s coming,” Troy whispered tensely.
Everyone turned their heads toward the direction of the sound. Figures began to emerge from the trees opposite them—dozens of them, at least twenty men.
“So many peo
