"They won't see us." Arc wore a slight grin as they moved out of the plane, his path practiced and clear. "I never believed that my home would remain hidden forever. Human beings are like rats. They scurry around everywhere they can until they find something they want. Then when they're done with it, they find the next one. So after I settled in here, I put together a looking spot. It's hidden, well-camo'd. we'll be able to spot whoever, or whatever, is causing the disturbance." He led Madison down a long trench for just over a hundred yards out, then up a ladder to the lookout. True to his word, it was well hidden by the landscape, but with enough slots left open to give a good view of the landscape. Attached to a wooden pole that was bolted to the floor were tourists item from the world before the Fall: a power pair of binoculars on a swivel.<br/><br/>"Do you remember these? They used to have them on buildings so tourists could see the sights from far away. I painted them matte black so they wouldn't shine in the light. Worthless at night, but I took what was available."<i>Took </i>was the proper word, since technically they did not belong to him. He doubted the owners of the crumbled building would mind, however. He gestured to one for Madison to look through while he looked through the other.<br/><br/>It only took a few seconds to find what he was looking forward. Arc signaled his partner, then pointed where she should look. Out in the distance was a group of people, some of them on an old cart with a makeshift canopy covering it. Suspended by four narrow posts in the corners of the wagon, it appeared to do a decent job of blocking the direct sunlight. Arc couldn't see how many people were inside the wagon, but he counted four outside of it. Two were obviously armed with a rifle and a shotgun between the two of them. Judging by the way they shambled, they appeared to be having a rough go at the landscape. Unfortunately their path was navigating them directly toward Arc's plane.<br/><br/>"Damnit... if they don't turn they're going to run right into us. Better get ready." Arc opened up a chest that rested in the far corner, then pulled a pair of scoped hunting rifles, handing one to Madison. "Don't have many shots for these, so don't fire unless you have to, and if you do, make sure shots count." It was clear by the tone of his voice and the look in his eye that Arc had no intention of letting them stick around. While she had seen the horrors of their world, their experiences were different. His nightmares were different. He knew the reward for kindness all too well, and he was not going to allow it to happen again.