"Hrmph."

I take point, leading us back to where the Quinjet is supposed to be, figuring that's as good a place to start as any. I never really had a chance to look around before Siryn, here, started screaming bloody 'murdah.'

Rustlerustle. I stop suddenly, holding up one hand. Rustlerustle. Louder now. Whatever it is, it's close, and I don't need my spider-sense to tell me that this won't end well.

"Uh, guys? I think we're gonna want to run in a second."