Renee Morgan stepped forward to wake the person, about to ask if he'd heard anything just now, or if anyone had gotten up—maybe those sounds came from someone in their tent handling business in the middle of the night.
Suddenly, a strange noise echoed from the woods not far from the tent, instantly putting her on high alert.
"Lionel, wake up, quick—there's someone out there." Renee stared at the groggy guy, hauled him upright, forcing him to snap out of it.
Lionel Lincoln jumped in fright, staring at Renee in confusion: "Who?"
Renee yanked him backwards, eyes fixed on the trembling branches just beyond them in the thick night, and shouted toward the tents behind: "Everyone, get up! Someone's here! Hurry up!"
The squad practically sprang to their feet at once, clambering out of their tents one after another.
Zayed glanced over at Lionel, who was on night watch, his eyes questioning: "Where's the person?"
Lionel shook his head and blurted out: "No clue!"
Zayed: "?" His chicken?
