After packing up their stuff and equipment, the group of mercenaries finally embarked on their journey to the deeper parts of the forest.
None of them came with cars or any other traveling companion, so they all trudged deeper into the forest by foot. The journey was completely silent, as Clark and Emily trailed behind them with the poker expressions still on their faces.
The mercenary who originally seemed like the strongest finally brought out a device to check the direction that they were going at, after confirming that the frightening female mercenary was not still pissed from what happened earlier.
After checking the special mercenary tracking device, he quickly found what he wanted. He opened his mouth to speak but was swift to stop himself, he secretly scolded himself for being careless before he turned to look at Emily.
His look was self-explanatory, it was the permission-asking look. Please, can I speak?