Emerald Fortune

The three girls were about to step into the tunnel they had come from when WhiskeyTango, who walked at the back, suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?" Harper turned around.

WhiskeyTango said nothing. Her eyes locked tightly on a corner of the rocky cliff to their right.

The spot was roughly thirty yards away from their walkway, separated by a bottomless abyss. It was an awkward, hard-to-reach position.