Yeah if the demon FLY we should be fine underground. If everybody was as smart and direct as Yair they should be fine, but with the leader being evaporated and grinded into demon food, it seemed that all the men wanted to take the lead.<br/><br/>Staicey wasn’t experienced in war and wasn’t a real soldier either but she knew, or felt, that this group was too big to survive in it’s current form. She was perfectly okay with following orders but she had to know who to follow. As everybody seemed to point in the same direction but nobody actually doing it, Staicey moved into the basement first. Crawling on her knees and hands she could fit through the hole perfectly but she reckoned some of the men with the heavier equipment, or girls too, would have problems squeezing themselves through the opening.<br/><br/>The basement was large, dark and dusty but empty.<br/>“It looks okay for me,” she said as she turned around and gave the others outside a thumbs up. Being one of the taller members of the group, she could not stand up straight and instead kept walking, kneeled down. They had to find a leader to the team in order to stand a chance to survive and she knew who she wanted it to be. Not only because the pat on her behind, but also because Yair seemed to be only one who actually knew what he was doing.<br/>