Remington fell to lie on his back, looking up at the top of the tent. He had to come up with a plan, and soon. The soldiers would wake soon, and they'd discover the intruders. Remington and Nathaniel weren't dressed properly to blend in. Perhaps he could steal some clothes? He was damn good at stealth missions, or had been in the past.
"Stay put, rest, think about how to get home, okay? I'm going to get us something to wear.. so we don't stick out so badly. Then.. fuck.. maybe we can make a break for it and find a place to hide out until you get your energy back."
He got up and left the tent again, after grabbing a pathetic excuse for a blanket to wrap around himself. His modern looking boxers would stick out if he was spotted. Remington crept as quietly as he could, and tried to stay in the shadows. Where would the soldiers keep their gear? What sorts of weapons could he secure? He wished he'd paid more attention in history class so he knew these things.