Heron Lake Plateau douse the lights

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She slept like the dead. Her breathig was steady for the most part and then it would pick up - like she was running for her life again, or remembering something within the dreamscape of her mind - but it would always return to a level of calm, like she was holding her breath. When she finally woke, it was with a jolt. Camilla had sequestered herself beneath the tree she'd spotted on her arrival, all coiled up in the cast shadow. She felt so exposed on the plateau -- and after her blundering introduction to the Redhawks (that JB posted two seconds before this), she wasn't ready to be up and roaming. What if he came back? What if the Redhawks weren't what they seemed? For all she knew, The Company had infiltrated them too; they were everywhere, and Camilla knew she wasn't really safe, ever. She unspooled her ragged body after some thought, and looked around like she was still dreaming; she didn't know where to go next, what to do, and nobody was here to give her orders --- she was free and didn't know what to do with that freedom. So, with a sigh, Camilla sat leaning against the tree that was her shelter and waited.