mission log [closed]
Too much green. Gaara stared at the thick vegetation surrounding the creek. The sluggish, brown water flowed past the rusted base of the railroad trestle. It looked peaceful enough, but unlike Death City-whose hot, dry terrain reminded him of Suna-this place was overflowing with trees and bushes. Plenty of places for an enemy to hide. The air felt somehow thicker, too, unpleasantly warm and damp against his skin. The drone of buzzing insects filled his ears.
He shifted his weight, crossed his arms over his chest, and glanced at Lee, who stood beside him. Already, Gaara found himself longing for the comforting weight of Lee’s weapon form in his hand.
This was within their capabilities, he told himself. They’d already been on one three star mission. A two star one, by comparison, shouldn’t be difficult. Besides, Tassadar and Nataku were here with them. Two weapon-and-meister pairs should be more than enough match for this creature.
But even on the one star missions he and Lee had completed, Gaara had found himself affected by the madness waves. He remembered the feel of them clawing at his mind, chipping away at his emotional shields, wriggling beneath all his hard-won self control.
Gaara took a deep breath and pushed the thoughts away. He scanned the creek and the surrounding area again, then cast another glance at Lee. “Do you see anything suspicious?”