Swamped

"I got caught. Told them about how you're dealing with desert fever. Oh, and about some darkwood burning under your base. That sort of got them off my back, but they still wouldn't let me leave and that's really all I want right now. Well, getting my carrot back would be nice, but I won't hold my breath on that one."

"You got caught?" Rivers groans. "Great, now I'll get in trouble."

"I didn't tell them about you, and I still don't plan on it. Like I said, I just want out of here. Preferably before everyone gets back from whatever that alarm is."

"I got no idea what's going on there," Rivers says. "The boss just told us to check the cells for any sign of the escaped prisoner, so we've been staying on that the whole time. Haven't heard back from him in a good while now, so we're way out of the loop."

"Whatever. Top priority, getting out of the swamp. So if you've got directions for me..."

You unzip your suit enough to pull out your notebook. At least Crosswinds didn't confiscate that.

"Let me hear 'em. I'll write 'em down so no one has to know it was you if I get caught again."

"Fine, I'll..."

"Hey! You with the bell! Why're you just standing around there?"

"Oh, dammit," Rivers groans. "It'd be one thing if anyone on my actual squad saw you, but I definitely don't want to give Rotmouth an excuse to report me. You should probably get hiding."

Of course something was going to come up. It always seems to today.

Are you just going to scurry back into the hole, or do you have another idea?