The night air did nothing to cool Eric down. Minutes felt like hours as the time passed. Once ten minutes passed the time for Ricky's team to meet them, Eric began to check his watch every few seconds. Jessica's walked over, her gaze anchored to the North. "Dad, Something is coming."
Eric looked north, and felt something moving in the air. His own instincts began to scream at him as he looked around. "More than one thing." He muttered.
"Alright! Get in the trucks. Orient the turrets North. Alpha, cover Bravo since their truck is further. Do not fire yet! Use the tree line as cover when you bound!"
His orders were followed quickly and efficiently. While this team had never worked together before, each of them were either highly trained soldiers, or elite heroes.
Except for Trephania.
After Eric yelled out his orders, she grabbed her weapon and crouched down near a tree. "What do I do, Eric?" She yelled, panic etched clearly on her face.
