Furiosa stands up in the snowmobile cab, craning her neck briefly to look at the scene of the abandoned camp. Her heart is suddenly racing. The planning of this mission didn't leave enough to chance for there to be a mistake. She doesn't know, but guesses, that the last time this place was checked can't have been more than 24 hours ago, because it would make sense for a last reconnaissance mission to go before the big expedition. This camp was broken fast, and everything moved far too cleanly for it to be coincidence.
The scouts said the Fallen were just throwing the food away like it was worthless to them. They'd only take it with them out of spite, or to lay a trap.
"Eyes on," she says quietly, on the off-chance anyone's close enough to hear her. Part of her anticipates a trap to snap closed at any second.
She, in her turn, hears Natasha speak, though, and nods to herself. Failure isn't an option here. "Better fang it, but we need to keep in mind how much fuel we're using. Don't want to play games any longer than we have to, or we'll be walking back to the shelters."
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The scouts said the Fallen were just throwing the food away like it was worthless to them. They'd only take it with them out of spite, or to lay a trap.
"Eyes on," she says quietly, on the off-chance anyone's close enough to hear her. Part of her anticipates a trap to snap closed at any second.
She, in her turn, hears Natasha speak, though, and nods to herself. Failure isn't an option here. "Better fang it, but we need to keep in mind how much fuel we're using. Don't want to play games any longer than we have to, or we'll be walking back to the shelters."