Swallowing a lump in my throat as I mentally calculated a possible path of infiltration, it was my turn to take point as Lise cautiously followed behind me. We settled right on the border of the tree line, close to one of the numerous tents that seemed to litter the area.
"Stick close..."
Feeling my sister nod, I silently entered hostile territory with Lise right behind me. With my eyes and ears peeled, our immediate surroundings were devoid of any visible soldiers as we quickly stuck to the tent.
"Listen carefully," I mouthed to my sister as I used my hand to sign my intent. "We stick close to the tree line, okay?"
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