Miles only smirked.
Maddock tilted his head back and finished the last of his water, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Elias slammed his boot against the stone floor.
"Damn it. Was there any marking? Any symbol? Anything carved?"
The scout shook his head.
"Nothing that is visible."
The silence that followed was heavier than the air.
Elias stood upright again, jaw tight.
"Alright. Rest is over. We move now."
Kaelo let out a short laugh.
"Well that was a very short rest."
Monk's voice came steady as stone.
"We do not have time. The longer we wait, the closer we get to evening. The farther we go, the weaker the connection to the ground. We must finish this quickly."
Elias raised his radio and turned the dial.
"Hello. Status."
Only static answered.
He tried again.
Nothing but a low hiss.
"Damn."
He clipped the radio back to his vest.
