"I could just make use of the GPMG… and my traps are still fully active."
Ezra muttered to himself as he sat on his camp bed, legs folded, one hand resting under his chin while the Barrett M107 rested on his laps, his fingers brushing lightly across the worn surface of the weapon as he thought through his options.
He stayed like that for a moment, thinking on what to do.
"Okay." He nodded once.
A small, firm motion which signaled he had made his decision.
He placed the rifle back into his space bag, then stood up, turned and stepped out of the tent, the flap shifting slightly as he exited into the open air.
Outside, the five were gathered near the catapults, sitting and standing around casually, talking among themselves, their voices low and relaxed compared to the tension of earlier days.
"Oh…Ezra, you're out again."
The third boy noticed him first, turning his head slightly as Ezra approached.
"Don't mind me."
