"A very loud kick," McClaw replied. "We should be seeing some ants soon." He glanced across the refugees crouched behind the makeshift cover and hoped they wouldn't get impatient.The JAM wrote:"What? An earthquake in the Midwest?" asked a confused jaguar.
* * *
Upstream, in the direction of the Viledarian encampment, a small group of four guard-suited troopers pushed their way through the unfamiliar plants. One of them stopped to try and scratch.
<I told you not to mess around with the local plants,> his partner teased. <Better switch on your medkit.>
<Shut up! And keep everything powered down!> the one in front said. <One active energy signal and whoever's up there will land - directly on us!>
<Doesn't feel right, us bailing like this, Corporal.>
The corporal snapped, <Then you're free to go back to camp and get stepped on with the rest. These people aren't the primitives High Command believes. Getting out is our best option.>
The four continued downstream.