Post by Jenny on Jul 17, 2013 1:53:58 GMT -5
The tranquilizer shot pinged off of the ops armor she was wearing. Her shoulder was radiating with hot pain where she had clipped the tree, the armor there scratched up and lightly dented. As she had spun around ready to fire, she moved the gun’s barrel back and forth, trying to locate her pursuer, who had ducked behind a tree. A few moments passed. She cursed and began to run again, hopping over tree roots that may trip her, ducking under low branches. Bristles and clawing branches scraped over her armor harmlessly. She was making for deeper in the woods ever since she had heard more voices. It would be suicide to follow her, but she was keen on avoiding her pursuer.
She knew that the rebels would move camp, was likely involved in its progress. Her only option was to follow in secret until she had a clear shot of Hazel and she would not divert from that mission unless she was dead. The fact that she was being chased did not rise panic in her, rather annoyance in the fact that this rebel had deterred her from her prize. She needed to shake him and lose him for good, and had no reservations about killing him. Her eyes wavered above her at a large gnarled oak tree, and she used her momentum to spring up and grab a thick branch with her hands and pull herself up deadweight with a grunt. She got a hold of a higher branch and was able to climb up into the thick of it. This is how one evaded dogs. And he was no more than a dog. She planted her feet and held her handgun at the ready to fire at him when he revealed himself.
The rogue patrol, three in all, saw Carter wave and hesitated their pursuit. The senior of them motioned to another and told him to report to William that the intruder had been located, who turned and jogged back to seek him out.
William chose not to disturb Hazel as she slept but ordered two guards to go to the command tent to keep guard, in case the assassin came that way. Hazel was to be protected at all costs.
They were to shoot the intruder on sight without hesitation. Even if Hazel thought Autumn was worth saving, she had clearly turned against them, and would not hesitate to murder them in their beds. The bodies that had been unfortunate to cross Autumn’s path were recovered, a testament to this fact.
The disassemblage of the rebel camp would go on as planned, and their efforts required speed and efficiency, and William hoped that Autumn would either be killed or detained by the time they were ready to move out. He was bleary eyed with fatigue but worked through it.
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Carter quickly pursued her, moving cover to cover to avoid her fire. As she vaulted up the tree he dove behind a rock, peeking over the edge to gauge her position. Quickly ducking back down he reached to his belt and retrieved a small sphere, lifting it up he pressed an indentation. It started beeping as he winded up and hurled it up towards the branches. After a few moments it gave off a small explosion and expanded into a ten foot net, flying towards Autumn. He was beginning to run out of tools, he knew Hazel would consider him a failure if it came to killing her, and he began to weigh the outcome of this pursuit.
She knew that the rebels would move camp, was likely involved in its progress. Her only option was to follow in secret until she had a clear shot of Hazel and she would not divert from that mission unless she was dead. The fact that she was being chased did not rise panic in her, rather annoyance in the fact that this rebel had deterred her from her prize. She needed to shake him and lose him for good, and had no reservations about killing him. Her eyes wavered above her at a large gnarled oak tree, and she used her momentum to spring up and grab a thick branch with her hands and pull herself up deadweight with a grunt. She got a hold of a higher branch and was able to climb up into the thick of it. This is how one evaded dogs. And he was no more than a dog. She planted her feet and held her handgun at the ready to fire at him when he revealed himself.
The rogue patrol, three in all, saw Carter wave and hesitated their pursuit. The senior of them motioned to another and told him to report to William that the intruder had been located, who turned and jogged back to seek him out.
William chose not to disturb Hazel as she slept but ordered two guards to go to the command tent to keep guard, in case the assassin came that way. Hazel was to be protected at all costs.
They were to shoot the intruder on sight without hesitation. Even if Hazel thought Autumn was worth saving, she had clearly turned against them, and would not hesitate to murder them in their beds. The bodies that had been unfortunate to cross Autumn’s path were recovered, a testament to this fact.
The disassemblage of the rebel camp would go on as planned, and their efforts required speed and efficiency, and William hoped that Autumn would either be killed or detained by the time they were ready to move out. He was bleary eyed with fatigue but worked through it.
…
Carter quickly pursued her, moving cover to cover to avoid her fire. As she vaulted up the tree he dove behind a rock, peeking over the edge to gauge her position. Quickly ducking back down he reached to his belt and retrieved a small sphere, lifting it up he pressed an indentation. It started beeping as he winded up and hurled it up towards the branches. After a few moments it gave off a small explosion and expanded into a ten foot net, flying towards Autumn. He was beginning to run out of tools, he knew Hazel would consider him a failure if it came to killing her, and he began to weigh the outcome of this pursuit.
