 We found another camp up here. Fire was still warm. We're fanning out to pick up the trail. Primary objective is... The natives set snares in the clearing. Plan for us to pursue. God damn it. Need to pull that down yet. It's just a few minutes after the natives hit us outside the ruins. Then they retreated away from the facility. This was a coordinated faint. They're trying to spread us out. We tell crew fuck this up. These aren't peasants. This is on the first flight to Siberia.