"Are we almost there?" A woman whispers, adjusting her backpack as they walk through the dense forest. 
"We would be there by now if you shut up!" The man next to hisses, rolling his eyes. "Now hurry up, I see the smoke nearby."
The paid glance up at the sky, seeing the black tendrils of smoke rising through the trees.
The woman nods eagerly. "Grandma will be quite pleased. No one except someone trying to hide would live all the way out here! It must be them."
The man scoffs. "Or a fugitive trying to avoid being put in jail."
"So negative, as always." The woman sighs heavily.
The man grabs her arm, hearing voice up ahead. "Shut up, this time for real. Follow me, [i]quietly.[/i]"
The woman nods and lowers her backpack to the ground, slowly pulling her tranq gun out of a holster on her leg.
The man pulls one out as well. "Remember, it could take up to two darts to knock a fully grown man out. We don't need whoever it is, making loud noises. Aim for the arm, the tranquilzer will be pumped through their blood faster." He hisses, creeping forward slowly. 
The woman follows.
The pair could see Ambrose and Misha through the trees. The man smirks, they weren't fugitives. But teenagers. They had to be what they had been searching for!