The forest terrain is still rugged, but as the light increases through the canopy of trees you and your troopers make good time. You clear away from the village as quickly as you can. Finally, after an hour of setting a demanding pace, you signal for a short rest. Your troopers cluster in a depression, breathing heavily but showing no signs of serious injury. Their moods are dark, though, as the uncertainty of their fate seems to increase with each passing hour. Nobody wants to be left behind like Garcia was, and that decision, though correct, still haunts you.
"Sir," one of them gasps, glaring up at you. "Do you have a plan to get us out of here?"
Other sets of eyes lift up to stare at you expectantly.