"...no more strange then thinking about how many they might have found, shown the video will to and sent on their way before us. We may be the fouth, fifth group they've sent to Salem.....unless we trip over their corpses on the way we may never know." Lucy continued sorting through her pack, but seemed to have more attention on the two despite not having eyes on them.
"I'm hoping the expertise of a native and our individual skills will be enough...Though I've never been fully privy, I've heard of the OSS casualty reports for missions into the weald....or rather the secondhand stories."
"...We're all knee deep in bullshit at this point....no sence pretending we're on the high ground when it doesn't exist." Lucy pulled her rifle out and ejected the magazine for inspection. "....It'll be up to you to make sure we don't go head under. I don't care for shit in my mouth....I have military rations for that.""Hmm, and what's that supposed to mean? I'm not the one with no idea what's coming."
*click*
Lucy paused, then immediately covered her mouth with her sleeve like she was blocking a sneeze and instead let out a muffled chuckle.
Turning her head to the side, Lucy addressed the driver. ".....Were you not told who you'd been carrying? Rather odd.....and you sound like you knew him on a personal basis...."