“Scotty? You in the green?” Ling asked.

Helen eyed the thin man closely. He had only been awoken from his rest a couple hours ago. The man still looked tired and angry. Helen thought he had dark, beady eyes that couldn’t be trusted.

“I’m ready,” he said, and Helen wasn’t sure if she had imagined bitterness in his voice or not. He was not a far cry from the scared, sniveling creature only a few hours ago as his guardian was running rampant.

Helen decided to keep a close eye on him while Sprite daggered.

“Ok,” Ling said. “Let’s go.”