Jok was unable to spot anyone following him immediately, but he was content to wait in his forested cover on the southern edge of the island, standing stock still with a decent view of the central plains. He was kneeling to keep his own profile low with a good degree of scrub blocking him from anything other than a careful of somehow enhanced view of the forest. What he was assured of was that if they were in view then he would be spotting them first, with his own impressive eye-sight.

His SMG was raised slightly and pointed outwards, ready to be locked on any targets he judged within its effective range. It wasn’t the best long ranged weapon, but he was fairly confident there were few places on the island his bullets wouldn’t reach, strange physics aside.