In the jungle, faint voices were starting to arise.
The sounds were indistinct, but they clearly emanated from a hidden location, unlike their own need to move forward.
Flossie Wright identified the direction at the first opportunity.
At the same time, she pulled out the map and carefully scanned the red dots marked on it.
In her estimation, the most likely place for an ambush was where the red dots were marked, and based on the rough estimate of the scale, she needed to walk in that direction for at least another two hours to reach the location of the red dots.
So—
What kind of people were hiding here?
Putting the map away, Flossie flexed her wrists and quietly moved closer to the source of the voices.
If she couldn't guess, then the only option was to go and gather information.
"Ah man, just took one down, when will the other show up?"
Approximately ten meters closer, Flossie heard a voice complaining.
And—
That voice was very familiar.
It was Willie Ash.
