You speak boldly, "I sure as hell am a true american..." You then whistle long and loud, and dramatically raise your right arm up as Argos comes whooshing through the canopy, landing on your arm in one swift motion. There is a shocked silence in the group allowing you to complete your sentence, "...And I sure as hell am joining in her defense. Count me in." The other soldiers start cheering and clapping for your epic display of patriotism. Millers lets the applause go on for a few moments, but then silences the group and orders everybody to continue moving. Staying in the same place would be suicide. You are the center of attention of the group as you march through the forest. At first, Argos was unwilling to let the other soldiers touch her, but after a day of marching, she began warming up to the soldiers in the group. As Millers called the group to a halt at dusk, everybody unpacked sleeping bags and tarps to create makeshift tents. Millers and you were the only ones with tents. You released Argos to do her nocturnal hunting, and you set up your tent. You offered to share it with somebody else, but nobody wanted to. You contemplate how much your life had changed the past day. This morning, all you cared about was securing a kill, and suddenly you realize that your country had been falling to pieces the whole time you were in the wilderness. You can't help but feel somewhat responsible for the disaster, but another part of your mind tells you that you are being ridiculous. No action by you could possibly change what had happened. You must be content to help as much as you can now. These thoughts drift through your head as you fall asleep.
You wake up at your normal time, just as the first of the sun's rays were poking through the trees. Two men were making a fire, cooking some meat for breakfast, while everybody else tore down the camp. You tear down your tent and supplies, and whistle for Argos to come down. She flies dramatically through the undergrowth with a dead marmot in her talons. You feed her some bits of jerky that she especially likes. You sit down with the other soldiers to eat breakfast, but there was no more special attention. As far as they were concerned, you were an equal, and it was back to the daily, depressing routine of retreating through your own country, killing men who could be your neighbors. Millers joins the men, and does a great job of lightning up the mood for everybody. Without him, you suspect the group would not hold together well. Halfway through your breakfast, Millers calls out to you, "Does your bird, uh... What's his name?" "Her name is Argos." You answer, gesturing to your majestic Golden Eagle. To your embarrassment, Argos was in the middle of hawking up last night's meal. To your relief, nobody really cares. They have all seen things way more disgusting than that. Millers continues, "Can Argos scout for the army? It would be an insurmountable advantage if we knew the precise location of the enemy. We could plan a proper ambush if that were the case." You give a long whistle to signal Argos to your arm. You then whistle three short bursts, the signal for her to find the game you were tracking. She looked confused, but eventually she takes off. You're not certain she understood, but you trust her. Everybody in camp watches her fly up and away. Then they return to business, making the camp look like nobody was ever there. Right as everybody was ready to leave, Argos returned, clicking in the direction that you hope the army was. She then clicked in a second direction to signal the direction the enemy was traveling. You relay as much as you know back to Millers, who tells everybody to immediately move in a direction to cut the army off. He then talks to you again, "You have been hunting here. Do you know any good ambush spots?" You do know one spot where a road was cut through a steep hill, creating two cliff sides down to the road. You tell this to Millers, who marks it on his map, then continues the march. The group reaches the road a few hours after dawn, and prepares for the ambush. Millers asks you, "You know your skills the best. You can choose to hide in the underbrush, up in the trees, or behind a rock. Pick whichever position matches your skills. After the Ambush, we will rendezvous back here" He says, gesturing to a small valley on his map. He then leaves to manage other aspects of the ambush, leaving you to decide how you will set up.
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