Bodycam footage, the Emape wilderness outside Boomtown. All conversations in this log are whispered.
Maris: "Look, Jerdehl. Just up ahead."
"What is it?"
Maris: "What we have been hunting. You picked up on its trail two hours ago."
"So that's what makes those tracks."
Maris: "Precisely." He shows Jerdehl his gun. "Want the honours?"
Jerdehl shakes her head.
Maris: "Okay." He aims, breathes out slowly, squeezes the trigger. The report of the rifle shatters the silence for kilometres around. Previously unseen bird life takes off in all directions away from the sound.
Jerdehl uncovers her ears and opens her eyes. She is trembling.
Maris: "Come on, kid. Let's claim our supper tonight. And before we pitch tents tonight, we'll check the traps you laid out. You don't want to handle a gun, but dear Saint Astley you do know how to set a trap."
End bodycam footage
