Hearing something, or more likely somebody, start to walk down the hallway Sugar looked up from where she was sitting and going over the territory map. Almost instantaneously, the weird telepathic voice spoke up again.
"On account of quickly sustained injuries, it has been decided that each team will be supplied with a doctor. Doctors Walter Guo, for the white team, and Thaddeus J. Hatfield for the black team will be entering shortly."
Sugar raised an eyebrow.
"So you're our doctor, hey? Well, it doesn't sound like we've got many casualties so far, so you may as well sit pretty with me." The leader said, patting a chair near her. While she had kept the scout Blake Kelly and Cassandra Nicole with her, however those two were hard at work dragging the team's crates back in after they had been retrieved by their crate teams. They seemed to be making quick progress, and Sugar was pleased: it didn't seem like the black team had much of their act together.
Fiona Declan &
White Crate Team #1
@Bismarck
The first white crate team was well organized. Fiona was smart and was operating the group with military precision, calculating each move they made and ensured that the team was on high alert at all times. Fiona herself had taken the lead; her pistol raised in the air as she moved around each corner warily, expecting an enemy to jump out at her at any moment. She didn't know how to use the gun, but something about it felt comforting in her hands, and she trusted the weapon to do whatever she needed it to do. They had encountered two black team members - Alex having killed one presumably named Kyle, but the other one had run off and Fiona hadn't wanted to risk following him.
Behind the Irish woman, Alex Brown had taken the left side of the team's diamond formation. His new longsword was coated in blood already, as the black team boy Kyle Lane had practically walked into him while he had been in the front of the group. The man was more in the center of the formation than the left wing of it, however, as the boy Eric Almonte was absent after having run the supplies from their last crate back to the white team base. He was probably well on his way back, as the HQ team was meeting the messengers halfway down the line. Acting as rear guard was Jessica Montgomery: as alert as Fiona as the scout weilded her twin pistols. She was aiming at their rear, on the lookout for Eric to return, however was more than ready to spin about and attack anything that came from the front of the formation.
Digging through their newest crate, Conn removed everything he thought to be necessary to the team. He didn't want to keep everything, especially those one-use traps. Taking everything would only drag his courier down. Conn was operating in a method very similar to Fiona's on the other side of the arena; sending one person back with the supplies they obtained while the rest of the team advanced at a slower pace until the said person returned. At the moment, the french girl Alice Merlet was about to make the run back. Conn had wanted to send the grandpa Sander Days back, but he had realized that the aging man - despite the spring in his step - would take too long to return.
Sending Alice off on her way, the Irish man stood back up and kicked the rest of the crate's contents off the path. He wasn't about to waste time in burying them, but he didn't want the black team to just pick off of their remains easily either. Gesturing for his squad to follow, the group of three continued advancing towards the black territory: Andrea Thain and her shotgun taking the rear, grandpa Sander with his Ax in the front and Conn himself in the middle with his brass knuckles clutched firmly in his hands. He knew that they were getting close to the middle of the path now, and if any black team members were headed down this way there would be a conflict.
Giggling slightly as the bear man placed his giant hand on her shoulder, Chris tilted her head slightly in curiosity. Did he mean to tell her that she wasn't capable of handling herself? As she hiccuped and electric current bolted through her briefly, making her hair stick up, the girl agreed silently that it might be so. She would not have made such a confession to perhaps Ike, but Chris had already taken a liking to the bear man so she didn't try to slice off his limbs. Waiting patiently and watching as he disappeared around a bend in the path, idly fiddling with her scythe, Chris perked up slightly when she heard him yell something. Crate? Oh, right, that's what they were out there for. To get crates.
Passively spectating as the crate came crashing down after the bear had thrown it, Chris was about to open it up when Ike appeared. It seemed that he was passing through towards another path. Scowling slightly and remembering her grudge against the leader, the redhead dismissed him when he settled down to open the package up. It seemed that the pistol girl [Astrid] and the deputy girl [Alex] were with him, as well as one of the scouts. Ignoring Ike as the leader told Fah to return the crate's contents to the camp, Chris trotted off after the bear man. He seemed to be a lot more fun. She had her scythe resting against her shoulder as she ran, and her light footsteps brought her towards her teammate quickly.
"I'm coming with you." Chris declared happily, not sounding like she was about to enter battle with possible enemies at all. Instead, it sounded like she was going on a picnic.
"Do you think we can go faster? I have some chopping up to do!" The girl requested, starting to twirl around with her weapon again before grabbing the bear man's hand and attempting to drag him forward. Of course, she could do very little with his weight, but at least she was conveying her message.
"I guess Google and Lauren aren't coming." Chris commented thoughtfully before shrugging it off - not taking into account the fact that Nikolai might not know who Branden and Lauren were - especially not when she addressed Branden as 'Google'.
