<span style="font-style: italic">"Hey uhm... Viktor, is it? You need to take a look at this.."</span>Scott had tapped him on the shoulder, motioning with his rifle towards a far off spot.<span style="font-style: italic">"There's something out that way. I can't see what it is, but I know I saw something."</span>Scott had happened to be looking vaguely in the direction of the fort when one of the Reds had lifted his binoculars. Now, he was looking through his scope, the lens magnified to the maximum, but he still couldn't see anything out there. It didn't reach far enough.<br/><br/>However, there was something...<span style="font-style: italic">"Movement.. There's definitely someone out there. I think it might be time to move on to a new spot..."</span>Scott had grown fond of this crew. They were hardy fighters, and their leader was smart. As he looked again through his scope, he noticed more, moving like ants across their mound.<span style="font-style: italic">"Perhaps sometime before the bandits show."</span>There was no way to know for sure they were bandits, of course, but Scott had grown too attached to this large crew in their small time together to lose them over a bandit raid, or whatever, and thought it best to err on the safe side of being overly cautious.