I lost the trail somewhere after the waterfall, and I was now blindly moving through the jungle, heading towards the hill in the distance, hoping the elevation would help.
Halfway towards the hill, I found a campsite, which I wasn't expecting. My target was, I was informed, on the run and was meant to be on the move all the time. But this camp was lived in.
As I looked through the camp, I suddenly heard the footsteps behind me. I slowly turned around.
My target has a knife.
"I'm bringing you in."
"The hell you are."
The knife hurt.
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