[ He doesn't speak. He just nods tersely, getting on the other side of the bike to push while simultaneously taking the backpack with his other arm and putting it on. Then going back to the work of pushing. He doesn't relax as they get further away; not being able to hear or sense movement in the trees is just making him more alert and anxious. When he finally speaks it's quiet still. ]

Three of them. If we can get them to separate I can pick them off.

[ Like hunting pack animals. Jesus the peacemaker, Jesus the one who would rather be invisible than kill, who only went in to the outpost to save other people--

--save other people.

So he's talking so matter-of-fact about killing people because he's protecting someone other than himself. Three guesses who, first two don't count. ]

It'd be easy. They know a bike's out here now. Can't risk it.