Even during their first phase of training, they had learned how to conceal themselves, never revealing such obvious flaws as these.
After a moment, Flossie Wright glanced at the equipment discarded at her feet.
A slight smile tugged at her lips as she crouched down and picked up anything useful.
Particularly the two packets of compressed biscuits.
The recent field survival exercises were far from the relative ease of the selection training. There were no shortcuts, the terrain was treacherous, time was tight, and there wasn't even spare moment to forage for food. One of the most vexing problems while on the road was how to find food and fill their bellies in the shortest possible time.
Now, having "killed" a Sniper team and acquired two packets of compressed biscuits was more important than other things.
