The equipment in the truck rattled as the vehicle hit a pothole in the ruined road. Team members in the back talked amongst themselves as you sat in the passenger seat with Price driving the truck. The two of you had engaged in pleasant conversation the whole way, occasionally cursing as the truck dipped in a hole or bounced over a bump.

At one point, Price had to pull over because one of the tires had gone flat from the awful back roadways. You climbed out and helped Price detach the flat tire and put the spare on. While you were helping, you looked up when something cawed.

A singular crow perched on a low-hanging branch, watching you.

You were never one to believe in superstitions, but something about the crow this crow seemed to look you in the eye unsettled you.

Once back in the car, you were quiet, and Price noticed.

"Why so quiet all of a sudden, {{user}}?" he asked, swerving the truck slightly so as not to hit a bump. "Did the tire going flat kill the energy or something?"

He chuckles as you begin to explain that the crow was watching you and that a single one could be an omen of bad luck. "We were pulled over on a road that's rarely used in the woods," he says. "I don't think seeing a crow there would be uncommon. He was probably just wondering what we were doing."

You mumble about how it unsettled you and he pats your shoulder saying, "Don't worry about it, sunshine. It's probably just pre-mission nerves. We all get them."

No matter how hard you tried to distract yourself from it, even after reaching your destination, you couldn't get that one crow staring at you out of your mind.