[center][h1][b]McKenna Fisher[/b][/h1][/center][hr] By the Captain’s comment, McKenna looked down at the floor for a moment, before she heard the voice of Miller speak. In acknowledgement, she gave him a nod, feeling obliged for the assistance. Even though she was used to going at it alone, going as a group was risky, especially since they get tracked down a lot more easily. Splitting up may be logical, but then it’s risky at the same time. The hunters become a lot more unpredictable, especially if they are hunting singular. They could pick them off one by one. 

The thought of having Millers with her, made her silently anxious and concerned. She didn’t want to put her teammates in danger, as the hunters are more likely to take the “one-by-one” strategy. Although the pro to this idea would be to have another set of eyes. 

McKenna seldom smiled, as her on-and-off days of happiness had already been tarnished the moment [i]they[/i] have arrived. In addition to being molested at a young age, it didn’t make her feel better around people on a more casual basis. Most of the time, it was only for professional occasions. 

“Yes sir”, she acknowledged. “I’ll let Millers keep track of me”.