Sky moved through the swamp, her shotgun level with her head, scanning the area. She heard the splashes of her comrades running beside her. Beside that, it was silent.
Damian Salow made sure to make an attempt to track the progress of the team. "Deploy the garrison, mop the floor with these traitors." He ordered.
"Hold." Butch shouted.
Sky ducked for cover beside a nearby tree.