Serving as the steady rock for Lydia in the final effort in climbing was nothing special. The jump down, on the other hand, was a bit of a mess. Rainfall resulted in slippery and soft ground. Despite his general agility and physical prowess, Claude found the landing to be rougher than expected. He nearly fell over, in fact, as the soles of his shoes slid against the dying grass. Another reason to hate rain, the man supposed.

He managed to steady himself without looking too much like a moron, and Claude straightened his posture to consider their position. Up ahead, he could make out the mountainous regions. Heading straight in sounded reasonable; however, their former superiors would likely track their course to the same place. They had to move and move fast. Aguilar always had contingency plans.

"Works for me," he mused. "If we're lucky, we might break through it." Or be trapped forever. Whichever.