Lost

“Raven.”

The grass below his feet never seemed to change as he walked further and further from the mission. Hawk hadn’t called since the water and wasn’t responding to their inquiries.

“…Raven.”

The open field was nowhere near their target. Raven wasn’t sure why they were even being allowed to go out this far. He just kept walking.

“Jake.”

He finally stopped. Fox followed behind him, exasperated, confused to the point of frustration.

“Dude- we’ve been on the move for hours now and we haven’t done jack shit. What- what is your plan here?”

“The Sarcophagus is still out there. If we don’t move right now-“

“Okay, I get that- but where the fuck are we going?”

The agent bit the inside of his lip as he looked off to the side. He already knew but didn’t want to say.

“We got beaten to the punch.”

“By who?”

“The Suits. They gotta have it.”

“Fuck no, man…” Fox threw his chin to the air. “How do you know for sure?”

“Who else would?”

Fox had no counterpoint.

“…Hate those guys.” He just grimaced at a lone tree, searching for whatever optimism the two of them had left. “…Lucky you’re buddy-buddy with their leader, right?”

“I’m not.” The boy coldly interrupted. “Cypher’s still a piece of shit. He just owes me.”

“…because you saved his life.” Fox recited, dumbfounded.

“Not by choice.”

Raven extended his hand. Fox handed over his useless mic, throwing his arms up in resignation as his partner just pressed on, telling a silent Hawk where it was they’d be going.

“Fox?” He turned back at his teammate, checking his resolve. The young demolitions expert was annoyed, but he wasn’t about to give up.

“Yeah… yeah. I’m coming. You just go on ahead when you’re ready to leave.”

“Then we leave now.”

Raven continued to ruck across the forest and towards the club awaiting him.