Liman nods again, and picked up pace-heading to where her outpost is and where Griffin presumably is.
The outpost is a small triangular metal building- with small metal posts hosting discs and dishes that have long since fallen to rust and plant life. On the roof, small artillery pieces that have fallen into pieces oversees the three as the group walks towards the outpost- save for a single rag-tag sentry gun that traces them as they walks in.
The door automatically opens with grinding gears and slowly raises up-allowing the three to quickly enter and go to where Liman last left Griffin.
There are certainly tracks in the woods-and signs of where she passed by. There are the occasional clear tracks of the boots that Raut saw she wore-heavy, military and steel-toed. There is also the trail of what looked like a small cart- four wheeled, and pulled-not pushed- some kind of wheelbarrow. Tracks and trails crisscrosses- but all of them leads to and comes from a single general direction.
edited 24th Mar '17 9:00:19 PM by f1r3lemon
всегда верен(Michael is in awe of the outpost, taking note of all the little mechanical details, and bearing in mind the sentry guns)
Nice place you got here, Liman. How did it end up here?
(If something like this could end up here, then perhaps my Arsenal could've... landed somewhere else)
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."

-Tommy whirls around, one hand already on his Morpher-
"It's Morph-phew...just you. Don't do that..."
"...U-um...something I said...?"
edited 24th Mar '17 8:58:57 PM by Randomman5