Marty slowed as he passed Lyra. "Tried to show Wolf up, huh? How'd that work out for ya?" He snickered, clearly enjoying himself.
Lyra, unbothered, gave him no response, her eyes scanning the area.
Flying beside her, Bruce gave her a grateful nod. "Thanks for saving my ass earlier, ma'am." His tone was sincere, a rare moment of respect from the usually sarcastic soldier.
"Hmm," Lyra acknowledged with a simple nod before they moved through the dense, decaying forest.
Up ahead, Marty's voice rang out again. "Hey, Bruce! Keep up, or we'll leave you behind!"
Bruce shot Lyra an apologetic glance and sped forward to rejoin the others.
Despite the signal that Ivo had crashed nearby, their search through the murky, foul woods proved to be more complicated than expected.
Drones combed the area, but instead of Ivo, they kept finding more frenzied, genetically modified beasts roaming the forest.
