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Several Minutes Earlier

A hand shakes Cody's shoulder where she's been sitting watch, waiting for Mark to suddenly appear from the thick brush leading to the Sacred Place. When she snaps awake, Wallace is crouch next to her, he gives her a gentle smile. "It's time." Straightening, Cody can see a group of hunters with their spears and bows. "They are very close." The old man says as he gets to his feet and turning to leave.


"Do you tink that these bird know like… everyting going on in the jungle?" Poco's head is tilted back looking at a colorful group macaws as they watch the small group walk along. "I mean… they can fly everywhere. I bet they are the gossipy old ladies of the jungle." He shifts to the side instead of walking under then too. "Bombers of the jungle too. Look out belooow! Plop!" He even has hand movement to go along with his commentary.

Turning a bit, their guide grins widely at Dee, teeth flashing white. Distracted like that his rather large foot catches a root and it sends him stumbling forward with arms windmilling, but luckily he doesn't fall flat on his face. Poco manages to recover and continue to stroll along as if nothing happened.

"They know a good deal," Dee responds, leaning heavily on a stick as she walks. The knee is still in bad shape, mostly because she hasn't stopped walking long enough for it to heal. The pain has slowly become a growing numbness, though, something that's just there, that she ignores as much as possible. "You know I'm 'aving them aim for yer head from time to time, aye?"

It's just so much fun.

Chuckling as Poco nearly nose-dives into the undergrowth, Dee takes a moment to rest, face leaning on the top of the stick. If only she could get a little sleep! Unfortunately, they have to keep moving, for some reason she hasn't yet determined. You know, besides the fact that there are people with guns that have shot at them before.

"I think that's actually one of the first intelligent and actually charming things you've ever said," Laurel exclaims cheerfully, despite the situation and everything that they've been through, with walking on air and trapsing through the jungle with little to eat, no real shelter of any kind, and just their friendship and Poco's thongs… "And it involves bird poop! And arm flailing! Go figure," she laughs a big as she stumbles along, carefully swapping out batteries. "I'm actually starting to get low on batteries… I may have to stop using my camera as often." But it's so pretty! When it isn't being scary. Still, she changes the batteries and keeps it out. Never know when she might need to take a picture of something! She scoots over closer to Dee and lowers her voice, "That was a joke, right?"

And taking up the rear as usual Jo keeps looking behind them every few paces, gun in hand, anticipating the arrival of armed gunmen once again. But then that's her role here, isn't it? She glances up at the birds before rolling her eyes at Poco's trip, nothing like a guide who can't stay on his feet. Her own injury isn't in bad shape, in fact it's semi-healed, and she's able to put weight on both legs. "How much further to our destination? Do you know?" she calls from the rear, attempting to stay focused on the task at hand.

Poco actually turns and sticks his tongue out at Dee, of course, after he does, he gets a large white blob on his head. The young man starts cussing — we'll spare you from what he says — and works to wipe the gunk from his curls.

He's so busy with it, he doesn't register the rustling around them yet. Well, at least til he gets a wooden spear poking him in his guy and he finds himself faced with several dark skinned natives.

"Gaaahhhh!" Poco stumbles back from the little men, his heel catching on something and this time the guide goes down sprawling, his little dog tumbling from his pack with a little yelp. The man doesn't move to get up, only stares at all the little men.

% Stepping out of the greenery, an old man with white hair and beard, a pair of glasses perched on his nose, offers then a smile. "Greetin's travelers. You are just in time… well… actually a little earlier then I thought, considering." His eyes drop to Dee's knee immediately.

"No," Dee tells Laurel. "Seriously, if you— "

She stops mid-sentence as the native hunters appear in front of them. Pale eyes turn toward them and narrow, as she hopes this won't be a bad encounter. Yossarian, sensing her distress, peeks out of her pack to take a look at what's going on.

Calming Poco's dog with a thought, Dee leans down to pick it up so it doesn't run off into the forest and get itself killed.

In time for what would be the obvious question, but Dee remains silent, cradling the dog to her. Her thoughts reach out for Bagheera and Bashir, but they are some distance away. Her head tilts as the white-haired man looks at her knee. "It's fine. We were just on our way, through. Jo?"

It's almost a warning, in a way. Dee fully realises that if they have to bully their way through, Jo's going to be the muscle. Still, she's hesitant to start with the beat-downs, because these people aren't hostile so far.

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