"That's correct," Nayala said as she immediately changed direction.
"How do you know?" Kafril, who glanced at his destroyed MCOM falling behind, couldn't help but ask.
Nayala quickly answered without stopping. "My MCOM is special. Only one type of signal can me accepted by it. The moment I checked, I saw the signal we got wasn't ours, so I knew it was something else." Indeed. She worked in the patrols as a soldier on the borders. She obviously wouldn't have the same common MCOMs as the others. Instead, her MCOM was from the army.
Everyone understood and got nervous again.
Just as the tension was building, Kafril's sharp eyes caught a sudden movement. "On the top!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency.
They were down the valley, so anyone approaching would have to come from the mountains on the sides or from the front or the back. They were quite far inside, so coming from the front and back would have taken time.
