*heads directly into the creepy dark woods and picks his way along the bank, wishing he'd thought to bring a flashlight (so much for the secret-agent tag, they're usually a little better prepared)* *is just glad his dad taught him about things like cardinal directions and poison ivy*
lost your nerve
*feigns affront* Pft, whaddaya take me for? Some prissy track-twink? A guy's got a rep, you know. *squints ahead and takes the phone from his ear for a moment, using the display to light the area ahead a little before pulling it back in* I think I've got your weird tree here. It's pretty dark, even with the moon out. *glancing up and down the dimly glittering river* Where to next? ...And does your dad have ninjas posted in the trees, or am I hearing things?