"Listen, Luke, you're great and all..." She said, a bit overdramatic. "But I really don't think your greatness extends into tattoo artistry-" She began, stopping suddenly as she heard the distinct sounds of something large moving through the woods. She stood and whipped her bow off the ground, notching an arrow and staring off at the place where sound was coming from. It took her a moment to register they were two pairs of footsteps. And two voices, that were not keeping their voices down. They were definitely headed toward the camp. Mercy threw Luke a confused glance.

He was about to lash back about his art skills being so incredible but he heard it also, Dutch sat up, growling quietly. He slipped the pistol out of his holster and stood up, leaning against a tree nearby. He stared out into the darkness, making out a couple faint silhouettes. He narrowed his eyes. "They probably see the fire anyway," He whispered, he snuck forward around the tree, leaning into the shadows. Toward the people in almost complete silence. More silence than those people had.

She snuck after him, quietly observing the people in the fading light. The most she could tell was there was a male and a female. They seemed about their own age. F "God, why do they make us come out here? We all know theres no food to be caught anyway." The female scoffed, sounding, to Mercy at least, like a bitch. M "Oh, I don't know, maybe because we're young, fit, starving, and have nothing better to do?" The male snapped. Mercy raised her eyebrows and gestured to the pair, whispering since the pair wouldnt hear them anyway. "How about we corner them, see what theyre doing?" She suggested, as the female went on to snap something back. The pair had now halted and were engaging in a rather heated argument.

He watched them in silence- till they started bickering and he quietly started to giggle at their argument, a stupid grin on his face. He turned to her. "It doesn't look like we'll have to do much to corner them." He whispered, crouching down to sneak over to Mercy so they could whisper free-er. "I think they're supposed to be hunting," He whispered as he stood up straighter. "..I don't know if they even see the fire."

"Yeah... they don't seem very smart." She said. "Honestly, there's plenty of game around here, I think they're just too loud to be competant." She giggled. "Okay, angry serious face, go." She shook her head, glaring out at the pair. "Let's just get them from here. I doubt they're smart enough to run. Ready?"

He grinned at her and nodded. "Wait you want to take them out?-" He waved her off and peeled off from the tree, inching closer to them in silence. They were so involved in the arguement that he was almost right at them before the man noticed. In the moment Luke just decided to disarm the man as soon he attempted to pull the rifle off his shoulder. Luke ran forward, switching which hand he held the pistol in. He grabbed the barrel with his left, kicking his wrist and peeling the rifle away. He swung around, swinging his arm around the man's neck and threw them both into the ground with Luke beneath. He wasn't choking the man, just not letting him free. Then he pointed the pistol in his right hand at his head.

The man coughed and attempted to peel Lukes arms off, failing miserably. M "Let me up, Lemme up, I can't breathe, arse-" Mercy crept up on the girl so she had her bow aimed directly at her head. "Move and I shoot." She snarled. The girl blinked in surprise, looking like a deer in headlights. "Drop the pistol, girl." The girl obeyed, throwing the pistol to the side, looking terrified. "Good." She glanced at Luke and the man's predicament. "Who are you both? Are you misted?" The man wriggled violently. The girl shook her head. F "That's Damien, I'm Lillith. We aren't Misted. We come from a bunker. There are people there who will tell you who we are." She said, her voice shaking. Mercy eyed both of the people. They were very thin, almost emaciated, it seemed. If they ran, they wouldnt get very far. If they fought, they couldn't fight very hard. "Let him up, Luke." She called softly.

He stayed quiet for the whole exchange, trying to keep his right arm from shaking. At the moment he wasn't even sure if he could pull the trigger. He didn't want to test that theory but he would try if need be. He let go of the man, pushing his shoulder so Damien could stand up faster. He grimaced, thankfully it was dark. He switched hands and stood up, holding his arm to his ribs again. "How far away is your bunker?" He asked in a serious tone, his arm was throbbing badly but it was better to not be seen as weak. And hopefully they would just assume he was left handed.

Neither of the pair noticed anything. Damien coughed. D "Less than half a mile." Mercy nodded. "Stay here. If either of you move he won't hesitate to shoot." She walked back to the camp and put out the fire, telling Dutch to go help Luke. He trotted off dutifully. Mercy packed everything up and slung the bag over her shoulder, walking back to their little group. "Okay. Lead the way, walk fast, and don't do anything stupid." Damien scowled and seemed like he was about to say something, but Lillith shoved him onward. They walked in silence, without incident to a small, unassuming spot. The ground was covered in leaves and forest detriment, just like everywhere else. L "Im going to put in the code. The door will open, so don't freak out and shoot us." Mercy raised her eyebrows. "We'll see." Lillith rolled her eyes and walked over to a small rock, which was apparently hollow. She flipped the top of the rock up and punched in a 5 digit code. She flipped the rock shut and stood back, crossing her arms. Sure enough, a large, thick titanium door lifted up off the ground, raised by hydraulics. Mercy glanced at Luke as Damien and Lillith trotted down the steps, into a brightly lit, sterile looking hall. Mercy shrugged and followed them.

He looked at Mercy, narrowing his eyes and looking back at the pair. His left finger on the trigger but not aimed at them. Dutch came, kind of avoiding them. Even he could feel the tension and mild anger. He stared silently til Mercy came. He picked up the rifle Damien carried, shouldering it and grabbing the pistol Lillith had, putting it in Mercy's pack as they started to walk, then he got in line.

He was intrigued by the rock, giving Mercy a face that suggested 'we should get one of those' with a soft grin and nod. Looking back at the door as it lifted, a slightly amazed look on his face. He wiped it off, though still very curious about this situation. Their boots conked on the ground as they walked. This was a very odd situation.