"Sh*t!" Stan cursed. "Let's get out of the car!"
Their jeep was too conspicuous here, and they might be in trouble if they were noticed.
As such, they alighted, and they quietly and slowly moved onward through the bushes.
They did not make a sound in fear that there were others nearby.
Irene grabbed Zachary's arm and asked softly, "The gunshots sounded very close. Do you think Isaac's alright?"
Zachary patted the back of her hand. "Don't worry—we're already here. We'll be able to find him soon."
Even so, Irene could not help worrying and had to repress her unease.
However, the mountains were quiet after those gunshots, and it felt like there was no one else there at all.
Stan got up and checked their surroundings, but there were only trees and more trees, with no one to be found.
If they crouched, they would never be seen under the tall grass.
Finding anyone here would be too difficult, and this was hardly the best way.
"I'll go alone, while you two maintain a distance from me," Stan suggested. "I'll call out to Mr. Jefferson, so that if there are people, they'll find me and not you."
"No, I'll do it," Zachary said. "You stick with Irene."
"It's fine. We need to find Mr. Jefferson, don't argue right now."
"Alright, just be careful."
Stan actually was being reliable at a dangerous moment like this, so Zachary clapped him on the shoulder before leading Irene away.
Irene gave Stan a pat too and said, "Here. Take this."
Stan lowered his eyes to find her handing him a scalpel—she must have carried it around for self-defense.
"Wait, if you give me yours, what about you?" Stan pointed out.
"I have more," Irene replied.
With that, Stan took it and dropped to a crouch to hide within the bushes. "I'm going now."
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