"Copy that."
The words had barely landed.
Half a minute later, dust billowed up. Accompanied by pounding hooves, two teenage boys were galloping on horseback, wild and unrestrained. Behind them, over twenty sturdy horses thundered across the desolate land.
There was a kind of hard-to-describe, freewheeling wildness in the air.
April Thomason couldn't help letting out a whistle.
Seeing that she was about to spring up and wave at Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott, Fátima clenched her teeth and shoved April's head down into the dirt.
"Stay put," Fátima warned.
"…Ugh."
April spat out a mouthful of grit.
Nora Scott kept her focus on Maze Village through the binoculars, watching what was happening over there.
The three of them had specially picked a good spot: the crest of a slope, with a wide, open view, and a big rock beside them, enough to hide their bodies. As long as they picked their angles right, they could blatantly "monitor" everything.
