"Where is the nearest hunting ground?!" Moon turned toward Frey immediately, the urgency in his tone unmasked.
"U-uh, it's about an hour away from here. Skyward Valley." Frey pointed east. "That's where the closest team would usually hunt."
Moon's face contorted. An hour there, plus however long it took to find them, subdue them, and cleanse them.
The time frame was not sufficient. By then, Joseph would have recalled everyone to the base.
'We won't make it at this rate.'
He was silent for a moment, running through the options. Then he made his decision.
"We're heading to the base. We'll catch the other teams on their way back." Moon said. "Joseph will likely send out a recall notice soon. The remaining teams will return before deciding their next move. We intercept them before they get inside."
The tank nodded. "You're right. Once they hear something is wrong, their first instinct will be to regroup at the base. That's what everybody is told when spirits are out hunting.
