The distance from the NWA-1 headquarters to the headwaters of the Tk-2 River was too great to travel by quadcopter. Adair piloted Inna, Vapula, and Ruth to one of the river’s tributary streams in the P-6 shuttlecraft. The mountains in this area were not nearly as high altitude as those in the SWA-7 region, but they were rugged and densely wooded.
Locating the clan proved easy enough given that Inna and Ruth had tagged several clan members with subcutaneous tracking chips four annum prior. Adair grimaced as he zigzagged the craft over the ridge tops scouting for a safe place to land. “There are plenty of areas flat enough on the ridges and even a few down near the stream. It’s just that everything is so dang brushy.”
“And you don’t feel you can just settle in and crush the brush?” Vapula
