Re: Part 66c - The art of war
The T'chuk spread out into the forest, but they seem more concerned with finding cover than in finding the cause of their sergeant's death. The way they move, hunched over, and with their heads lowered, makes it unlikely that they will see much anyway. One of them even runs straight into a tree, and spends a brief moment laying on the ground, checking himself for bloody holes, before scrambling around the trunk and pressing his back against it.
James, meanwhile, changes his position, moving down from the low cliff, and finds himself a new position, mostly concealed by brush and undergrowth. From there, he can see two targets. The T'chuk has its back turned, peering around a boulder towards where the sergeant still lays. The officer though, leans against a tree. Though facing towards James, his eyes are closed, and he is muttering something rapidly. At last, he crosses his hands before his chest, then raises them, still crossed, to touch his forehead.
Only then does he open his eyes, looking towards the sky.
He doesn't seem to have spotted James.