From inside the room, the sound of someone getting up arose, along with questioning voices.
Four people.
The veteran raised his finger.
The half-human flipped over the couch to take cover, agile as a Thainese Cat, making absolutely no noise.
Two human team members—one in front of and one behind the veteran—pressed against the wall, the one in front crouching down.
One human team member had already stripped off a corpse's jacket, put it on, and then sat down beside the fire, feigning sleep.
Another gnome crawled under the table, stealthily pointing a nail gun's barrel through the spaces in the tablecloth.
"Jack, what's wrong?" The first man emerged without noticing the situation in the space behind him.
The second man walked out, also oblivious to whatever was happening behind him, just casting a glance at the 'comrade' by the fire, "Dam's dead to the world again, that guy is hopeless."
"Leave him, let's see what's wrong with Jack."
