Lieutenant Hickson called us scouts together with First platoon to brief us about a mission. Turns out some kids disappeared from a farmstead a little north of New Clovis, and we're gonna go out and look for 'em.
Hate to say it, but people disappear all the time, and we don't go lookin' for 'em, not sure why these ones is so special, but what the heck, can't hurt to go for a walk up north, right?
Our recon section got paired up with a squad from first platoon and was sent to check out a few squares on a map. We got this area that they call "The Krags". Idea was that us scouts might notice things that regular troops might not, so they split us scouts up with pairs of regulars. It was going to be weird out in the wastes without Sam and Panky.
We figured most likely the kids was just playin' and got lost or somethin', but could be that somebody took em, or somethin' just ate em. We spread out into teams of three and advanced in a line, lookin' and callin' for em.
I thought all of the yellin' would just warn anyone who took them, that we was comin', but Panky said if they was just lost or hurt, they would hear us and yell back for us, that we would move faster than someone trailing' three little ones, plus we'd see signs of em in the wastes, and that if they was just ate, wouldn't matter none what we did.
Well, we started walkin' and it was hot and sunny, nothin' much happened, just a bunch of dirt and rock that we ain't seen before. We found the occasional piece of junk, but nothin' from the kids. Then, after several hours, and too much complainin' from the regulars, Panky found some little footprints that was pretty fresh.
All of the teams continued searchin', maybe with a little less complainin', and a little more lookin'. When we got into the heart of The Krags, we started findin stuff that shouldn't be there. First there was some old junk, then camps, an then we started finding bones, skulls and stuff. Weren't the kids, adult bones. Then things kinda got interesting for awhile.
Sam's team at the extreme left.