Holiday took several long moments to look around and listen. If there was anyone out here, they were being as silent as stone. She watched for movement in the leaves, anything that couldn't be chalked up as wind, and kept an eye on Hawkeye at the same time.

It seemed quiet. It seemed abandoned. Either it was and there was nothing there or it was a trap. Or maybe some grateful thing in between.

It would have to be done quickly.

She looked back to him and nodded before going on the move. Holiday sprinted into the open, but kept to the treeline as she circled her way to the center, knife out and ready.